Safety Pins

a mess of carefully placed sins

I filled the blank page
I filled it and drank some more
but I wasn't supposed to.
Soil the unscathed.

He received the note, yes,
the one written in red.
Nothing new.

They crowd the shores with guarded expressions,
hands up in submission, safe under white-caps
-their plain white walls, breakers.
Self-sadistics, vain sacrifices.
They sold their minds to God.
The hearts beat for nothing.

Blood pumps for nothing.

My safety incubus
the ineptitude of a sheathed sword
A mocking safety
tip of the pin. ripping the skin.
tracing my blasphemy in
crooked sin.

                                A loner french-kissing
                                the cuts of the skin.

I write and sip from my ruby flask
of last trickling breaths.
I send my love letter to you..

Author's Note

as my friend Wil says,

You DO NOT like me.

Reviews

[Marri]

i find a lot of fresh creative stream here and it is touching my toes as fast as a wave ( I pretend I can't run fast enough)...in a scorching day, nothing feels better than that cold...I like the imagery of the tip of the pin ripping the skin, as well as the originality wrapping the idea...I would probably wish to see further reference to the drinking in the beginning just to have the finished portrait towards the end of this beautiful poem but nothing is as personal as writing so this is just a remark rather than advice.... I think you find an apotheosis in 'the hearts beat for nothing'

[dreaming dame]

Gasp! I, wow. So amazing. I send my love letter to you. Blew me away. lol it's another wonderful creation:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Always a pleasure to read your work. A lot of places you took me with the poem. When we hold many sins. We are allowed to write many stories. Some letters are needed to be written. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote