I
I said nothing for a long time
the emptiness was chattering, heavily
why did I think emptiness would be
light
anonymous
fleeting?
poems were not writing themselves
they paused on hash tags numbers titles
down they rained:
postcards
litigation blues
bureaucratic slime
broken things
pints in the sun
birthday parties for dead girls
poetry, words and
fucked up things
II
soldiers shouted in the streets
convoys left before dawn
returned in the midnight hour
somebody tells you to fill the emptiness
with poetry paintings God
somebody tells you at the end of the day
what matters doesn't matter
and what doesn't matter ...
languishes out the back of Lawless
you listen to sirens soldiers
shouting heavy metal
thumping you think about broken days stolen
hearts the heaviness of emptiness
strangers disappearing
all sorts of fucked up things
ReplyDeleteYes the fear
of not writing
into the emptiness
but lord
it needs it
same way
soldiers need
to fuck off
and go back home
lazy good for nothing shiftless wasting bloody poems
ReplyDeletecan't even write themselves anymore