Writing and Reading

She sometimes makes me want to tense the tendors on my neck and send my head smashing into my keyboard and maybe my skin and bones would, as they snapped and fractired, hit just the right keys and type a jumbed ode to beauty and wealth, forgotten forever when the circuits spark and smoke and the little copper nodes on the hard drive dig into my eyebrow and its brittle white pastic shell snaps and splinters. 

Charles S. Siler

you're burnt onto the bottom of everything I know, 

like a bone , or a bad joke, 

I choke you out whole, of course and wipe the blood from my mouth

pick you out of my teeth and stare emotionless and the black mess

at the bottom of the pan, take a drink from the bottle in my hand only to discover your spirits

burning the back of my throat, fermented years ago and just now opened

and it's too late

you've already intoxicated me 

again, I can feel the world slowly falling away ; 

fork falls to table, 

glass falls to floor

in a crash splatter tinkle carpet stain and the 

rest of you takes root

impossible to remove

as my poisoned frame lands 

on the rug we bought together