"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Monday, December 17, 2012

What It Is To Be Human.

In my weakest hour
I am human.
I take
what I want
I burn
what I need
I deconstruct
my own body
because I can
because I am human
because I have
an exceptionally
dark heart.
And in my weakest hour
I am not burdened
by my heart
or the marks
it leaves
in my wake.
I am served well
by the snarling chains
of my own


  1. Intensely thought - provoking. And rather dark.

  2. you are a great poet because you write the truth

  3. snarling chains - fits so well with the taut and chain-like form you've used. Excellent piece.

  4. Excellent JB. I read it awhile back, I let it marinate, then I read it again. There's a beauty to the darkness. There's something exquisitely real about it.


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