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THWACK the hammer of the future falls sutures fall, losers cry et fall behind. we sore. we fly, we left behind we soar? no more catapulted forward, we stare at the sun for where to go

Posted By ObsidianSky On 05.20.2013 @ 8:21 pm

What will be your alibi when then burning sun sets on a fiery landscape, when the ocean’s tumultuous swells consume ships like peanuts at a circus, when pandemonium reigns because you had to take a peak at immortal secrets buried for centura beneath the bosom of the fault, what will you tell the karma police when, in blue suits, they come knocking?

Posted By ObsidianSky On 04.30.2012 @ 10:16 am

I’m drifting in the space between the ceiling and the insulation. I’m listening to your hurried words below, the cadence rocking my lose mind.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 03.26.2012 @ 7:44 pm

I adopt my carelessness, while you examine the cutlery, looking for the knife.

I petition you to let the matter rest, there naked and squealing on cold linoleum.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 03.13.2012 @ 7:54 pm

I adopt my carelessness, while you examine the cutlery, looking for the knife that cut the dinner table in two, where we once sat glued to one another.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 02.10.2012 @ 10:07 am

to find the cabin and the lady, to lay down where the sun is fragile small.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 01.27.2012 @ 5:32 pm

Her smile, you don’t want the teeth to show. Behind the glistening pillars wait the wailing hord, horrible and fighting for a way out.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 01.25.2012 @ 6:56 pm

Ugly smugly, all suits and leather and coffee that came from the grinder. Headed for the files, where the world gathers ideas.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 11.08.2011 @ 8:13 pm

In Autumn, I’m reminded of a truth, as the leaves are torn from branches, as the temperatures drop to first frost levels, I’m reminded of a truth.

We are each nothing to the Earth, And she is everything to us.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 11.08.2011 @ 10:57 am

There is artistry in the way you twist your words, Silent and enveloping, stifling the logic I want to call my own–

until it’s just your logic, your perfect plan

planted as a seed, nestled in my mind.

[and i can't shake it]

Posted By ObsidianSky On 10.27.2011 @ 12:56 am

A unit a peice a puzzle a dream I wish I could write what is in my throat, but it just comes out as phlegm.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 07.27.2011 @ 6:43 pm

Shine, shine on Scattering of gilded gazes Profusions of curiosity

Never grow as old and unyielding as the your mother

Posted By ObsidianSky On 05.16.2011 @ 12:33 pm

They have to take me away from you- they pull and tear my fabric the worker bee; incessant buzz buzz buzz

As they rip us asunder

Posted By ObsidianSky On 03.08.2011 @ 1:48 pm

We fight for the upper hand Steel and bones clashing loud, clashing hard, clashing now And we cry for the release of a rose-water shower Of kisses….

We wait for the rain to come

Oh how we wish the rain would come

Posted By ObsidianSky On 03.04.2011 @ 7:26 pm

The corrugated copper pipe that runs though my veins grows green with veneer, with age. Acid will restore perfection, but burns with too many ions for my capillaries to handle. I am Lady Liberty, from the inside.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 11.29.2010 @ 10:07 pm

You killed my aspirations- see them there, on the floor, splayed out like a body.

Now I seek the next best thing, Let me land where I may

Posted By ObsidianSky On 11.18.2010 @ 10:20 pm

The Flame and the Ivy so much in common, so simple in elegance. Where has my childhood gone? I now only recognize beauty through analysis.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 11.15.2010 @ 2:13 pm

I want you to know a couple of things from my perspective: I don’t care that your day was lousy, you sat on your ass all day and complained. I don’t care that you thought that the spices I picked for the food weren’t quite right. I don’t care that you had to spend money on a vaccine you don’t need. It was YOUR RESPONSIBILITY to check the price, not mine to know the details of your insurance.

Fuck you.

I love you.

I’m sorry. I wish I could say I didn’t blame myself for everything.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 11.08.2010 @ 6:43 pm

I missed the dinner you had made for me, roast beef and shallots, and my favorite wine. [but you picked merlot, not chardoney]

I told you I was working late, held too long at work, and you think once again that my boss is a prick. [or do you?]

But the truth is I missed the dinner you made for me because I saw you smirk when you proposed making me dinner. [and I know what that smirk means]

Posted By ObsidianSky On 10.28.2010 @ 5:33 pm

It’s been weeks, and the bottle in the corner remains untouched like your shriveled heart, begging for formaldehyde the way you beg for alcohol to stop the decay.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 10.25.2010 @ 10:53 am

On the table, there was a pink lace doily. It symbolized our love, you said. “Watch it fall to the floor,” And I did, Tracing the intricate contours with my eyes.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 10.19.2010 @ 2:19 pm

Mama bear, mama bear, why do you look so tired?

I am sorry, son. My life is busy.

Mama bear, mama bear, why do you look so happy?

No reason but the narcotics, my son ;)

Posted By ObsidianSky On 10.15.2010 @ 1:55 am

There is no formal you. Just the dull underbreath of your stinking tongue. And how I once believed you were king of the ghetto.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 09.20.2010 @ 4:09 pm

Down the middle of the house His from hers, mine versus yours, incessant.

Why will we break down this wall?

Posted By ObsidianSky On 09.18.2010 @ 7:01 pm

An indistinct movement in my peripherals, and I wonder what it could be, so I turn. The baby is crawling toward the edge of the bluff, and her mother has her back turned. The father reaches out, grabs, snatches air, pulls it back, but there is no baby in his hands when the scream escapes his open jaw.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 08.28.2010 @ 5:52 pm

And it is night, the air is fresh and warm, brimming with the sound of cicada and the smell of desert sand.

Look the moon is God, you say to me, but I have trouble believing you. It’s the just drugs talking, I tell you, and you have trouble believing me.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 08.27.2010 @ 1:56 pm

My kisses will drift in wind From your hand to mine Only distance understands

I crave the touch of your skin Every moment you are away

Posted By ObsidianSky On 08.21.2010 @ 11:10 pm

Beneath the old oak in the grass as green as the envy you hid so well, Beneath the sky so blue it made you cry tears of loneliness, Her body rots

Posted By ObsidianSky On 08.20.2010 @ 10:58 pm

We looked over the cliff, fingers locked together and eyes locked on the horizon. You brushed the hair from my forehead with your free hand. “This is what it feels like to be a moving picture,” you whisper.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 08.19.2010 @ 1:10 pm

We sit in the bed of your truck So high the night air is like breaking glass And we are angels, born to the wrong mothers.

The dead roach rolls toward your sneaker, and you stomp it out. We inhale, amazed by the finality of death.

Posted By ObsidianSky On 08.18.2010 @ 9:10 pm