Posts Tagged ‘dying’

The Big Dogs

December 10, 2009

the big dogs eat my heart, oh my god,

the big dogs weave themselves into

my limbs as I sleep like casts for

all-over fractures and breathe deep

to massage my jagged jigsaw bones

back into place.

.

they say things like “we are one” and

“you are ours, and we are yours.”

they howl burial hymns that scythe

men’s souls to shards like murder

mirrors bouncing future pictures

back of awkward, messy ends;

men blush and weep, ashamed

of ugly, indifferent deaths.

.

the big dogs blaze strength like martyrs

in my weakness, they hunt in packs,

they think like us but cannot speak.

I love them, my god, I love them

so much; I feel their souls through

the fur on their necks

because they choose to live

in the open.  the big dogs

have no home but themselves;

I go where they go, I sleep where

they sleep.  they are my guides

and keepers, they know the place

where I will die, they will carry me

on their soft, strong backs as I go.

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Death in the Mouth

November 1, 2009

i read the sound and the fury
in high school and felt smart
you said i’m funny but you make me laugh
like the mouth of the nutcracker
on my great-grandmother’s kitchen counter,
you make me laugh like the mouth
of my great-grandmother gasping for air.

it sucks that we kill animals, it sucks
that they taste so damn good, it sucks
how you can get enough protein every day
but you’re still going to die.

Brainbows

October 21, 2009

your love operates on my brain

like a hand grenade.  you bite the top off

and stick it in, then my eyes explode

out of my skull onto the opposite wall

with blood and multi-colored magnet letters

spelling things like “faith,” “love,” and “beauty”

you rearrange them into other words that make me laugh

like, “you evil fatty” and “voila, beef hat!”

we chuckle and you kiss the empty sockets

like they’re gonna taste like somethin’ other than blood

I can’t see you no more, but I feel ya, it’s true

and you ain’t goin’ nowhere, never you said,

so let me tuck my eyeless head

into the nook of your chin, neck and chest

until we rot with age and die, amen.