Kyle – Poems

A POEM ABOUT THE SEA AND HOW THE SEA SEPARATES YOU AND ME

again with the rain, sexless
slashing dead skin to confess
i love you but
the sea’s love is harder
certainly bluer, its cooing depths
beyond measuring
we need a damn compass
if not a whole lighthouse
take your blue velvet gloves off
take your blue velvet gloves off until only the skin remains
the skin of your fingers bowing down to touch the sea
in this moment
making the sea tremble
nevermind
the sea trembles for no one
in time nothing of this will be left
except the sea the sea’s blueness the sea’s inward trembling mouth kissing
itself
and maybe this
and this
is never going to be good enough

 

CONFIRM THAT YOU ARE HUMAN CLICK THE IMAGES OF SUSHI

ok fine
i took father’s knife
the big one
used for separating large slabs of meat
into smaller slabs of meat
and cut out little stars
in the tablecloth
it was me ok it happened are you
happy now

ps.
then i cut into the wood itself
dark and deep
sturdy family kitchen table
i’m useless
forgive me
have you ever thought about
the wood “itself”
the wood
i cut and cut and cut
until the flesh gave way
the flesh itself
glistening, i opened up
i’m right here why can’t you
see me i’m right

ps. 2
a flower grows inside a flower grows inside a…
like the old
saying goes

ps. 3
slept in his cold embrace
a long winter’s day
woke to the sound of fresh blood
kissing the threshold

 

 

 


Kyle is an engineer.  He doesn’t want to disclose his full name for fear of work-related repercussions regarding his poetry.

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