Category: Poetry

can we erase

a blackboard where the chalk

is permanent ink?

Desire: a bruise on the mind –

a deep purpling smudge of pain –

it won’t fade – always attacking the brain

in a life spent trying to bind

 

the reality we face to our dreams,

those visions that keep us opening doors

though Life discards us as beaten whores

tumbling us through its cracks and seams

 

Undeterred, we continue to follow the disease

chasing more and more, no matter

how are lives tear and shatter –

it’s the purpling bruise of the brain we must please.

 

If we don’t stop, the day all is right in our world

Is the day our funeral shroud is unfurled.