Poems from CH
We aren't apes,
swinging with the same
brutish intent of beasts
Resolved to crush the
Unfortunate
Bugs
beneath their callous fingers...
Do not forget,
Good memories should be remembered.
But I fear them
shying away from faded happiness
worn and torn around the edges
too...
What's left of it?
Of everything said,
done, thought, believed--
There are names,
Predating even my earliest discoveries
Pre-existing in...
But her disappointed breath
Wraps around me
Vice-like, a cold blanket
Contrary
Always contradictory, to the
Hot heat of the sticky summer...
There is a crack in the car
that no one notices,
I tape the shreds together
but the oil slips.
There is a hole in the hull
from which...