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Poetry

Older Stuff Like Grandma

Written by Nick Sallade

Between you and Me

Let’s keep this between the paper and me, like a secret between lovers.

We don’t need this to be spread.  It will be better this way

We being the only people knowing my deepest, darkest secret.

Could you imagine what would happen if everyone knew just what I was thinking?

Having to explain myself to everyone would be a chore

Even the most obedient child wouldn’t want to do.

How would I be able to say anything anymore if this disturbing news broke?

Secrets would become impossible.

I would have to cut out my tongue and sever off all my fingers

Just to escape the torment of knowing my secrets could still leak out

So don’t let this one roll off your tongue

I am self-destructing.


 

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The Debris

Written by Danny Jarrett

 

I
like a hand undoes a blouse
this heart beats
and this mind thinks
skips
very much the same



II
feet filling the footprints
that grow smaller with distance
clumsily
just like the fountain
of a punctured vein
soon to be vacant.




III
most certainly i was unstoppable
as i was able to lie forever
but
then i cracked
all over.




IV
it was a debt that i could not repay
and so i felt fear, which,
much like arousal
does not go away.




V
oh
to be trapped
in a block of ice
floating in a tank full of
this exact moment.



 

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