Sunday, May 01, 2005

nomet #3 - for the half-wit

angered by your shortcomings, ha ha
sorry the laughter cuts like knives
bruises and scabs still picked at
bloody on hardware floors
dont sob now my sweet
you are still young
nows the time
to find
life

(now read it backwards)

ps - i've read the nomets in response. glad i could inspire you.

still, live from bklyn

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

she tried to wash the blood of unborn
baby hands from her baby hands
daddy's seed, the proof of truth
taken from womb three times,
who knows which nightmares
she keeps in mind,
which she leaves
behind
eyes

Mahogany L. Browne said...

very dark. very disturbing... thank you for sharing