Category: Poetry

sometimes i feel like tearing my chest wiiiiiide open because that way you could see my soul gasping in the great expanse sometimes i feel like staring into the sun and speaking out in the tongue in which it speaks to me sometimes i want to scream until i cough up blood and phlegm so…

My story began before I did, Written on leather and linen, Papyrus and stone. I was born in the taint of the oppressor Stained white with a fabricated purity Invented by men Then forced into the mouth of God My story was hammered into drying clay Like pigeons’ feet Dancing Across the centuries. My myths…

i did not dream so deeply as i did that night, when beneath the cloudless sky, the moon perched within the chill of air, an ocean dotted with infinities of stars sleep came ragged, but the dreams washed over me and pulled me deep into their undercurrent dreams of my childhood, drenched in clarity, picked…

Two circles surrounding a squareWas more than the poor thing could bearIt made itself fetal‘Til planar was hedralCylindrical nets are a snare! Isometry! Great celebration!But tragedy followed elation,When off of the gridThe image got slid.The pre-image, lost in translation. A circle can hardly affordTo argue with segments, good Lord!When a disc meets a lineIt is…

I am yet over rocky cliffs, briefly divining strengths — reluctance devouring temporal madness amidst hours with the id: I. — ptkh 011217

the smell of salt in the air the creaking of the rope as it’s stretched taut the burn of it cutting into the hands the rocking of the ship the sound of seagulls in the distance the heat of the sun on the skin the slapping of the water on the side there in the…

my friend is back sitting on my shoulder whispering in my ear telling me how pointless it all is how i’m talking to an empty room singing with a vacant orchestra shouting across the chasm at nobody   when i turn to tell him to shut his mouth he disappears and i am at last…

i am overwhelmed by the wall by the river by the stream of gogogodododostopstopstopnownownow until i am left breathless suffocated by another day of doing nothing — ptkh 06.11.16

We are the sum of our pieces Meshed together Hammered into place Until the overlapping bits are crushed And the gaps are filled With hubris and bile We are lost in the labyrinth Sitting alone In the darkness Three twists from the end Four twists from the start Incoherent, inchoate, inching Nowhere We are fingertips…

I smothered my muse with a down-filled pillow And left her corpse stretched out, Naked and prostrate, On the futon in the spare room. I held her in my dreams for a fortnight, Then discarded the memory, Wretched and withered, To the wraiths that live behind the house. But her siren call kept singing to…