"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Venom...


Praying in the night
Hoping for answers
Unbidden I am sent
A dagger laced with venom
It finds its mark
My heart
Cutting deep in the darkness of the night
Old wound flayed opened
Blood mingled with tears
Stains my bed
Like the mélange on the floor the day I was born
Refuse
Discarded accruements of living
I am emptied like a mother’s womb
Broken even more
Sleep
An elusive gift not given
Languishing
Lost
No moorings
No confidence
No desires
Ineptly floating on the sea of dereliction
Seeking the star of desperation
Coxswain to Deaths Harbor
Beyond the Strait of Tears
Haven for forsaken lives in sight
Pharmakon?
No…
No healing here…
No cure…
Venom infecting my body
Without an antidote
I am slowed by its stranglehold
 Not long now
I will be gone
Asleep
At peace
Forgotten
A sunken wreck of a man


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