Scissors

Black stars burned the night you left,

did you take my diamonds along

with my suspended love that you 

used scissors to cut the cords 

and send me towards the arctic 

because the arctic is far away

like my brain when anyone says anything 

with a letter that is in your name

and your name pretty much has every single letter.

At least to me. 

And I hope you're happy on that cold machinery 

like a vulture dangling you across the country

like gangly prey

so I hunt the vulture down to kill it

and save you but saving is never what you wanted

because you wanted opportunity and

cobblestone another shape not me 

I'll never get your gaged ears back

or your laugh like blue leather, denim leather,

your laugh like something as unreal as

an apple that tastes like cherries 

but you always tasted like cherries 

and I am maddened for thinking 

you'd ever choose me and damp wood

over opportunity

and cobblestone. 

Over polish so aligned and plastic hair bands, 

because no one stays out in the snow for too long

at least not you. 

Author's Note

I honestly don't like this poem much at all, but I needed to get some words out of my head.

Reviews

[John Fitzgerald]

there's something very raw and beautiful about these words. it has a very real feeling like you've let the words fall where your intuition tells you to let them fall. really quite imaginative and inventive. :)