the cities we could have built crumble in the shadows of lies in the depths of blue-black bruises put there by another the wheezing laughter terminated by your own fuckups you\'ve never loved, i see now or your shirt would never have turned itself inside out things were meant to fall apart the scab falls off by itself but there will be scarring from when your tricky fingers peeled it off because clearly, you never cared enough to try to heal anything whatsoever. if the dog trembles and shakes and bolts when thunder sounds so be it. -m.m.
healing?
a bitter frost
strikes through the core
of this earthly playground.
petals, frostbitten, fall to the ground
where they lie amongst the leaves
of that last fall.
they take far too long to rot,
and they prevent the new spring
from becoming;
the grass, sunless and limp;
the buds on the trees
unable to emerge.
but your warm, nurturing light,
and soothing rainfall,
and gentle touch of the breeze
might just clear the ground,
and let the world grow again.
-m.m.
all better
A scalpel, the operating room
The fluorescent stars overhead
The patient, a doll
Slice methodically
Maintain sterile conditions
And she will evade sepsis.
Somehow, it seems
My operating room abstains
From the same set of rules
Under this moon,
Organs dissected, excised
Yet she rots from the inside
Stitches and all
-m.m.
on gutters
at times, you will find
that your gutters can become clogged
with leaves
and other debris
that can cause buildup
of moldy rainwater
and other scum.
in this situation, one has two options.
1. hire someone to help you
resolve the blockage
and allow the rain
to flow again
or more simply
2. beat upon the gutters
with the blunt end
of a broom
and hope the rubble
will dislodge itself
while one is more
effective
the other
seems more efficient
to the sufferer.
-m.m.
(self)love
In the same breath
I praise my body
This holy temple
In which i reside
A goddess
And whisper
\"I don\'t know
if i\'m enough for you\"
and i\'m afraid
-m.m.