Poem: Anything Else

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The Death of Socrates 1787 Oil on canvas, 98 x 133 cm Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen

 

Anything Else

-Shannon P. Laws

 

It flakes off my shoulder when I bend down

Black trails my movement

Dark spots in the corner of my eye

let me know it’s still there

A reminder of the charcoal thread

that ties me to my past

whisps of whispers from

that one night long ago

 

The hurt bleeds out

over the decades

dribbles into a bucket

deeper than my lifetime will hold

A pain oozes out of me

weeps down the bark of me

black like sap

 

Poem: Nightly Spirit

 

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Tickle my ear at three in the morning

Brush the bottom of my foot with mist

 

See the dreams I carry that do not rhyme

Remember the fallen that rest in the corner of the eye

A phase-shift out of reach, stuck in the web of mind

 

Take the tack off the desk

Move the keys under the couch

Roll the pencil out of reach

 

But never talk to me as one who is dead,

My breath’s bank of days still holds cash

 

-by Shannon Laws