Coffee

September 12, 2010 at 2:17 am (Poetry) (, , , , , , )

Coffee.

That’s what it feels like

Bitter, biting, and wonderful

There is comfort and familiarity

That does not lessen the burn

Warmth and Pain-

Of the most superficial variety

But there are deep currents

Deep and as yet unidentified-

Who knows what flavor will arise?

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Bones

May 3, 2010 at 12:02 am (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Mistaken-

She tells me to put

my heart in a box.

She thinks the sight

pains me

but it doesn’t.

It confuses me.

I don’t understand

why these bleak and barren bones

make other people sad-

why it causes them pain.

***I wrote this after watching an episode of Bones where the lovely forensic anthropologist, Dr. Brennan, tells Zack he has to put his heart in a box when looking at the remains of a murdered child. I think the poem speaks for itself.

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