Drying In Collapsing Elegance

In truth, I'm internally bleeding.

             Manifesting imaginary tears

                          that crinkle

                                    like babies sleeping.

Always sleeping.

                    Pretending.

Washing dishes and putting away the cigarette butts

                                  of phones ringing.

Always ringing.

              Vapid gestures and pain.

The rain beginning.

               Nobody caring.

But instead sharing the

                            broken electrical cords

                                        that still sting

                                                  even after

                               the monsters have arrived.

Other numbers

                    become

                              more important

                                         to the freckled hands

that are always grabbing at tomorrow.

                     And tomorrow always begins

                                           with an ending.

Beginning to appreciate the

                                     blooming crying.

Always crying.

                  Always asking.

Questions of me.

                         Questions for you.

Leave the pots boiling.

                      Let the water out

                                  and add more salt.

More pepper. More spices.

               Jumper cables starting to fray.

I know that the flacking paint

                          is never drying.

Reviews

[Manpreet]

Nice work!

[jhed]

this is just great! Keep it up.

[Mary Chalmer]

I enjoyed this maze of words.

[Michael West]

amazing piece of work

[Raven Starhawk]

Such a raw and potent poem. The way you guide the reader along with your details and words harness a new sense of craftsmanship.

[Joshua Randall]

This was amazing. Thanks for posting this.

[Leslie Philibert]

What I enjoyed is the tension between banal occupations and the emotional
statements and the way you connect them. good work.

[rosemary keogh]

Great poem cris as allways.

[SuicidePact.]

Well written indeed.

[Audrey Howitt]

Chris, I feel there is a lot to you as a writer and as a person. Well done---as always---you know how to touch your reader