The First Critic

101

Black out in the sun,

leave your ligaments behind –

you’ve fallen and

you deserve some rest.

I could lend you these

wrist accessories;

your character may want

some borrowed attitude.

This angst is stagnant,

and you can’t spell

“volatile” without love.

Find me in the isolation tank.

His heart hears signs that

are so often misconstrued as a pulse;

(but) his heart is broken chalk

in a rainstorm.

10

Black out on the sun,

blood spills from

the clouds like

a meteor shower.

I thought I wanted

to ask you something,

but I can never seem to

spit it out. Soooo……

“How was Easter?”

mine was quiet;

I want to tell you we belong

somewhere at the same time;

I think I want to ask you

somewhere.

1

Black out the sun.

Ice slice your eye sockets

as your heart slips

into its red giant phase.

She’s fleeting faster

than spring semester.

Sad to say –

no progress has been made.

The glass is half

broken and the remaining

shards are slurring their speech

in suspended liquid.

So dance in silence;

I’ll miss you from afar.