Poem 1

friend e told me to post more poems. he's a fan of the winning haiku. how nice. haven't thought about poetry in a long time, although the word "tome" is an accurate description of my junior high and high school collected works.

written yesterday...

there's a pocket of bile in my heart
it holds your words.

like licking a metal mountain covered in vitamin sprinkles:
the taste.
like soaking a pillow without a sound; doesn't that mean something...permanent.
like self-loathing that runs with horsepower blood, blazing vessel-trails;
torque.
like digging a rut and it never rains and then becomes a grave.
like meatloaf,
like melarky,
there is no truth in self-defense.
like the walkman kid on an excedrin overdose, filling in graph paper smiles.

i take your words and put them there, careful not to bend them.