InkBoy's blog: "CemetarySoundPoetry"

My Own

Too Many Moons

Have swept the sky clean since

I last heard your thunder
and I

ache for it like the world aches
for tender annihilation

of it's gifts

To feel your disease
plunging glass into these

cracked eyes

 
My open sky mouth

faulty with the taste
of destiny, curable tears

When I say your absence

is mummifying me
I am perfect

in those bandages that wrap
these words into transplants
that stitches can't

begin to maintain

What a heart i have!

Tocking and ticking
through blast after blast

the gleaming
of the barrel almost weeping

 
wedged tenderly to my chest

Its been to many moons

Since I vowed this abstract sunrise

the fear
it so fiercely deserves

There is no place like home

and without you behind the trigger
there is just no place