Monday, March 18, 2013

poem of the day 03.18.13


dry skin

dry skin
at three in the morning

wake up
find myself ripping up my flesh
with a toenail

can’t get back to sleep

clothing soaked with sweat
because you and i
had another knock out
drag out
fight

boxes packed
suitcases packed

words said
tears and yelling
neighbors pounding on walls

the end
the dreaded horrible end
of us
has finally come

i toss and turn

at a loss
at such a miserable loss

think suicidal

finally
reach across the vast sea of sheets

find your hand waiting
which you give to me
from a peaceful sleep

and i realize that it was only a dream

a motherfucking
kick-in-the-face of a dream

….and dry skin
at three o’clock
in the morning.


                                    

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