Bone

your larynx should spill

hot white blood onto the carpet

hot body breathing 

goosebumps, pant legs, hair curls

my skeleton is screaming 

inside of a tin box

wear my jacket, dear

make me feel whole again

and snow beginning to fall then

the radios ex-communications failing just outside of their destinations 

destinies left unfulfilled 

before Gods Horizon 

your eyes sink back into your skull

i feel them

soft

struggle for the words

struggle against it

huddle for warmth 

this could be it, now

nuclear dust

falling ashes

hot breath on my thighs 

hot nails scraping

were in a hedge maze, now

the entrance is closed in

my teeth are stuck together with your glue

i want to strike you 

Jesus, filthy hammer

my garden isnt growing

skip a rock, toss a stone 

my blood can never flow again 

im no longer the Nile

ire, Pestilence growing again

flies buzz about the pile of corpses in my bedroom

stained tissues, stained tissues

we cant pull out: baby boy

my fake love burns brighter than a thousand molten suns

yet still, when the walls come down around me

im left naked

shivering 

Author's Note

the way i write poems: read poetry, then write a poem. CAN YOU GUESS WHO "INSPIRED" ME FOR THIS ONE????????? (hint its sylvia plath). but yeah just some writings on youth and sex and stuff. thanks for reading if you do, i appreciate it

Reviews

[Dwayne Weweh]

Good Job Ben