Fragments in Ire

"Fragments in Ire", to be read out loud (if at all possible), as a single disjointed poem, or nine separate poems. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ .slight slick back and black dirt under the nails laughing at that plight     that trite jealous lust for attention .something tickled then crumbles curls and fumbles against       some mountain from some-where, it moves, … Continue reading Fragments in Ire

#5

.in arms the dread lifts up inside out my stomach curlsits over im over its here. for giving and enabled my spite hides in a tube crossed under channelsgood friends should offer firstgood friends should understand. clouds in hands, silent saints, something slithers passed saying very little,low and alone i want it i want it. … Continue reading #5

#4

everything lies as a trap gleeful fill the belly and strike. this pond, remarkable by depth, and fearing every inch. at the tip of pin and worry those wings fight to be countedat root, nothing at all. stagnant in surface grime and trash in green in dark shade, without fence, i sink between its mirror. … Continue reading #4