A New Word

Oh, let me write
no more of
you

let me write
instead of 
him

his sadness
his strength
his talent
for 
shepherding
the disparate
the dissolute
the un
      invited

let me write
no more of
her

no

let me for
get you both
writhing wild 
upon the floor
the hyena stripes
of her hair throttling
us all

no

let me write
instead of 
his legs

long and lean and 
hooked
across whatever 
he holds dear
locked
around whatever
he refuses to 
lose

Thunder Forth!

yes, rain
there should be
rain
rolling like a
low-rider bass
along the avenue

but there is 
only
cloud-grey ice 
and a sliver of 
yellow

pooling in perfect 
Euclidean symmetry
along a bottom 
of temperant glass


©sdrogers 3 october 2014








Recuse

you will never know
the touch of my cool hand 
on your fevered cheek

you will never know
the press of my soft hips
against your hard belly

you will never know
the salt of my tears
on your hungry tongue

you will never know
the strength of my fingers
knotted fast into yours

you will never know
the reflection of your truest self
from the black mirrors of my eyes

she whispered
these things
lying on her side
curled like a fist 
around a cobra

he did not hear
full as he was
of other voices

he did not care
empty as he was
of all their
            dreams


©sdrogers 30 march 2014


Perpetuity

I am not
        Wife
I am not
        Mistress
I am something
              Other
entirely.

I am the design
for which you
searched
so long, so far.

Until finding, 
you lay me cold
in the hands of
a stranger
stretched out in 
his chair
and closed your eyes
against light that never
dims.

I am the blue
that dripped into your
blood
becoming One.

Until now, 
there is nothing to
cleave.
Wherever you cut
wherever you break
the blue of me 
bleeds.

I am the pain
each pierce of the
needle
just deep enough
(a little deeper)
each puncture shooting
me through.

Until at last, 
I dissolve into the
ragged breath 
rising
from your wounded
heart.

I am the beauty
the enigmatic beauty
that can neither be
hidden 
      nor
erased

the inexplicable beauty
of which you shall
never
     be
free

No
not even 
in the
      grave.

©sdrogers 23 march 2014

Hematoma

at times

for a time
there are no
symptoms
at all

at times

for a time
no one 
would know the
ferocity
of the blow

no one
would guess the
profundity
of the wound

blood filling
as it does
every available
em
of body
of soul

at times

for a time
evacuation
becomes 
necessary

when the silence
expands 
beyond all boundaries
over all walls
despite the very best 
intentions

then

the site is
lanced
the pressure
reduced

in a sudden
stanchless torrent
in a thick 
and steaming roux
of salt and gore 

and there is
breath
       again
for a time

at times

©sdrogers 4 march 2014

Pablo Would Know

How to tell you
Goodbye

Quietly
Deftly
Each word a softly
Spoken missive
A lullabye

A lull
A bye

I can only prattle

Babbling on and on
Searching
As always
As ever
For the word
For the
       One
Word

That will make
Everything
What it is
          Not


©sdrogers 4 march 2014

Breadcrumbs

feathered stars
scattered silver

veins
across an indogen
palantir

she speaks
much
these nights
of her father

recalls

the unbottomed
black
of his eyes
the catholic
cry
of his laughter

in these
reckonings
lie clues

this
the man
knows

he knows
yes
he knows
yet
still cannot
follow

for
the ways
her ways
so steep
so slick
so shallow

dissolve

at even the
fancy
of touch

so he
reads

and reads
and reads
again

watching the words
roll and fall

cold mercury
fading
from her lips

©sdrogers 25 february 2014