ruiner. ruiner. ruiner. ruiner. ruiner. ruiner. ruiner. ruiner. ruiner. ruiner. ruiner. ruiner. ruiner. ruiner. ruiner. ruiner.

feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel
for what it's worth
cannibalized the last of you
remnants on my hands and on my face
but I miss you, no
bandages on my fingers
they make it hard to type
I caught you in the wilderness
stalked you
and for a while
for a while you made the earth seem to stop
for a while
you made the trees clean and my bones soft
you made silence so loud
when I held you
freckles like constellations, you were my own universe
but I did what I do and I do it well
this mess
can't be cleaned up
by anyone

get off your high horse.

Hey, all. one of the poems from this blog has been featured on the front page of Haggard & Halloo Publications today. "octopus."

check it out here: http://www.haggardandhalloo.com/2012/03/10/octopus/

Thanks for the continued interest and support.

- DJN