In No Particular Order and Inconclusive
Being
blindsided by what caused
me to open up makes
me prefer a closed fist
than a bitch slap.
me to open up makes
me prefer a closed fist
than a bitch slap.
With
the judgment of a Christian and
a razor sharp tongue,
I am complimented then dismissed.
a razor sharp tongue,
I am complimented then dismissed.
PTSD
is the continual gift
of a tepid spirit.
of a tepid spirit.
He
told me to look at
the positive side of things, I
thought I was becoming a better liar.
the positive side of things, I
thought I was becoming a better liar.
My
first experience with poetry is
when I figured out my sibling disguised
her hatred for me in
her I love you(s).
when I figured out my sibling disguised
her hatred for me in
her I love you(s).
Death
is the closest yet still
not an acceptable form of
abandonment.
not an acceptable form of
abandonment.
I’m
failing
at ignoring being ignored,
I leave too much evidence.
at ignoring being ignored,
I leave too much evidence.
The
inner conflict of guilt and
the truth riddle me
like a trigger-happy cop
who loves his bastard nigrah grandchild.
the truth riddle me
like a trigger-happy cop
who loves his bastard nigrah grandchild.
My
home is filled with
the color beige. It is
the closest thing to commitment
I can stomach.
the color beige. It is
the closest thing to commitment
I can stomach.
I
would rather refuse the
pill of elucidation than be
left with nothing to write about.
pill of elucidation than be
left with nothing to write about.
gcb poetry
2012
