the me you changed has grown back his wings

the me you changed,

has grown back his wings.

 

the me you mangled

has gone from

your hole

to my whole.

 

re-words half spoken:

brokenly newish coy dogs

licking the face for the chance to bite,

 

openly close-souled banners

flying torn on relentless war winds.

 

noble shreds.

 

yeah, those things.

 

those precious infant hopes

that explode when

you smile and cry simultaneously.

 

those things juggernaut

 through the poppycock

universe

that divides us

and decides us.

 

re-words half hollered

crash in a muted scream,

settle at the drunken bottom

of God’s almighty wish tank,

 

along with

blue fake rocks & whispered kisses,

green slime of wasted time & dream crumbs,

all the feces-coated lies

that said you knew me.

 

you only knew what you wanted

from me.

 

the rest was useless crust

cut away and left to die.

 

but, instead,

it'll fly away,

and you'll be left alone

to gnaw the bones

of every monster you created

to scare me.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Quite possibly your best work. I don't know how you could top this, R.G.

[Amy Bumpas]

This reminds me of someones own demons trying to destroy
someones soul...or a love that used and abused