weekend in the big city

two bearded

cops beat me into a puddle of pain

because I fit the description of another,

more active, criminal

with the same taste in plaid.

 

but, the worst wound

was when you said you thought

we needed time apart to heal.

 

suddenly, my hand was as empty

as your fading smile.

 

then, the nurse blew my vein

and the commercial vinyl floors

began to slur frigid poetry

in a fake marble accent.

 

it’s fine. I’ve got better drugs

tucked into the lining of my sneakers.

 

when they give me back my jeans

& dignity,

I’ll head home to be eaten by a lonesome

silence with teeth like a chainsaw

and eyes like yours.

 

just keep your prayers this time.

I refuse to heal.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

This is something Chuck Palahniuk would smile at.

[MuSe Ampoule]

Youch! Well said! This hurts like a drive-by sucker punch.
The last 3 stanza's...amazing!

[Robin]

pockets of dignity turned inside out

[Kerry O'Connor]

just keep your prayers this time.
I refuse to heal...

Wow!! That's a sucker-punch to the emotional nerve-centre.. Brilliant in every line and carefully constructed image.

[Tkess]

Nice. Bitter, jaded lovers.

I’ll head home to be eaten by a lonesome
silence with teeth like a chainsaw
and eyes like yours.

Just awesome.

[Brad]

you just kicked mike hammer's a*s