Possessed

It hits me hard

like a fist.

How you walk away

after you say goodbye.

Suddenly

your step is quick and light,

your feet rise

above the ground.

You lift towards the sky that

turns radiant blue

as you look up and smile.

Then

objects begin to drop

through the air,

discarded

from your turned-out pockets:

Some of my teeth

tipped with flecks

of your skin/

A smooth fat stone I polished

nightly, my love;

a paperweight

to hold you

down/

My fingernails; they always

grow back/

And a blood-colored

beating thing

the size of a fist

that screams out

as it

falls

at my feet.

manifesto

shhhhhh listen/

poetry wants

yr damn soul

to un shutter/

then shatter/

now shudder/

hush up &

shake ‘man shake

DEAD SNAKES