Painting with the ashes Speaking what is dead.Writing out the sorrowInstead. Not the bloody distanceToo close to know it’s real.Writing out the sorrowTo feel.Drinking down the ashes.No one says a word.Writing out the sorrowUnheard.Beauty chases embersPraying for a light.Writing out the sorrowTonight.
Across the table. Unbalance between our locked eyes. And stinging sigh. Look away from the shifting silence that drips. Slide down my glass. Drop on my thigh. The fluids tell a story we must admit. Drink creates a path that we won’t deny. Unsure of the slippering and sliding. But we go right along. Cold… Continue reading Liquid Chains
Cold visions of turquoise blinded by sightstunned by the fallof the moment undulationunderoverher Cycle the waves and the tides and the timesThis cycle is endlessBreathlessThe cycle is breathlessRelentless This cycle is eternallylackof permanence of stability of eternity YetThe view from the beach the sea feels calm sounds calm smells calmThis rhythmic swell cyclelulls babies to… Continue reading Bail
Sweet on the tongueA taste I would rememberI met you one DecemberUpon a sticky bench.Tajin sour rimSipping slow and carfulLicking every granule Late into the nightIce and spice and mezcalFlavor kissed my forehead Dizzy passion flag redI didn’t want to love You.ButWe triedOutsideThe pressure of the massesThe anger of the voicesThe spoiling in the sunWe… Continue reading El Olivida de la Paloma
The acheHeart beatOff flutter stutter beatCan you make it go right?Can I make it go right?again Heart aches protected Inside my own chestUnder my throat At the ends of my veinI desireto let it go But I requireto keep it calmSqueeze wheeze tight my mind goes blanktonightCompressing the breath and vomitIm-patience for theconnectionLife surge bloody… Continue reading Cardiac Appeal
Faithful daughter. Who followed her father up the mountain. Walking to the sacrifice. Of herself. Faithful daughter. Do to me according to your word, she says. After making his promise to the Lord, she knew he had to keep it. And she believed. Because the faithful daughter remembered the faithful son. Faithful son. Where is… Continue reading Sacrifice the Daughter
I hate waitinganticipatingIts not my skill or natureto waitIf you need timedon’t waste my timeLife is only timeand there’s not enough.To wait is to wasteYou wasteslowmy storyThen, You take too much,he saidAnd you don’t give me what I need.But wait,he saidRight thenwastebecamemy slaughter.I don’t want to take anythingBecause wastemakeseverything worse. But wasteTo takemakes SilenceI guess.… Continue reading Wait is to Waste
Pieces of non-color collect in the above. Non-color grey white black, that make no sense. Because those colors do not belong.In this sky.Spewn above, hues of dust and shadow, suspended in blank expectation.Never wish uponThat. It gathers, together, the colors do not belong. It musters, together, gloom of cloud and static.And stick. And stay.It gathers,… Continue reading Anticipated Thunder
She sits with her wordsThat spin through the cycles He sits with his wordsThat he will not speakShe melts into wordsThat don’t have any meaningHe melts every wordTo mean something concreteShe chooses her words She chooses her sweaterHe holds to his wordAs he sinks in despairThey both love their wordsThey both love each otherBut all… Continue reading Misunderstood
Let it be Done to me Just let itBeBut then the meI knew to beNo longer willBeBut if I letIt shall be done To unsetMe No longer meWill let it beIt is done. SaysHe
Cindy Koch 