a good enough reason

a good enough reason

 

 

kill me.

I’m different.

 

dilapidated center-

structure;

spirit:

abyss into which wastoids jump

unheralded by broken trumpets and a laryngitis choral.

inexplicably damaged: cells to vespers.

EVICTED by all who have the power.

 

plug me back in.

I’m cold.

 

oxidized,

paralyzed:

quadriplegic mindset

unwiggles my toes,

un-reds my roses,

recloses the reclusive troll

in the hole, soul-center.

 

Winter is the only true season here,

yet, I sweat like a yeti in the Serengeti.

 

preach it like it means something,

pasteurized pastoral puissant!

something with scary blades.

serrated syllables that swarm the warm kills

like blowflies on cocaine.

 

my co-Cain was Abel,

but his head caved in inexplicably.

 

sanity forsakes some moments,

but always returns like Herpes.

 

and I’m still right here

by the old wreck,

holding an empty gas can

and an empty bottle of water you left me.

 

you’ll never come back.

I’ll die of the same disease which birthed me;

misguided trust.

 

   misty eyes mud over,

as I

shout to passersby,

“hey mister!

kill me.

I’m different.”

 

seems like a good enough reason.

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

High - tensile!
These poems of yours are wired... I love the word play, of course, but marvel at how you throw around sounds while retaining the meaning.. and then the scorcher:

and I’m still right here
by the old wreck,
holding an empty gas can
and an empty bottle of water you left me

you'll never come back...

There is always something to frazzled my cortex, and there it is.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Brilliant.