cleaverchris

Category: Literature

Fool

What am I but a speck of dirt in your speckled eye? What am I but pink grimy gum clinging to your pristine shoe? What am I but a hapless fly drowning in your three-bean soup? What am I but a filthy dog trampled by your stilettoed feet? What am I but the nobody you [...]

Dancing Man

He lounges on a New York bench, a worn hat covering his eyes. But he’s not sleeping. His foot is tapping to a beat I can’t hear. Slowly at first. Then the rhythm picks up and both feet are tapping, tapping like the drip-drop patter patter of rain splashing down. It’s more intense now as [...]

Either Way

Sometimes on my daily drive to school I would imagine what places I would find if I just kept driving, driving, driving. Would there be a serene country covered in rolling, green hills, slightly stylized like the ones you see in paintings? Would the sky always be a pleasant blue, openly accepting my clouds of [...]

House

house abandoned, gutted crumbling, moaning, rotting memories litter the floor tomb

Red Cedar

He sees her then, his lonely victim Jane, As heavy, black clouds crack and rupture. Words struggle to breathe under the falling rain. She’s lost after she steps off the train, Venturing to find a distant, unknown lover. He sees her then, his lonely victim Jane. He encircles her, rough like a rusted chain, And [...]

Frankenstein’s Ghazal

Frantic, sweaty. Death settled in around him, thick and constricting. He was afraid of the end. A memory is unearthed; a dead flower blooms. All things buried in thought are without end. She cries out for her lost love, her #2 companion, a well-worn pencil with love bites on one end. I think I’ll wear [...]

I Love to See You Die

Lately, you’ve been breaking so beautifully: with your shattered-soul starlets illuminating my lonely, aphotic nights; with your vivid splashes of red adding magnificence to my achromatic days; with your sweet-burning dreams radiating warmth to my apathetic heart; with your melodious, agonized cries infusing life into my so anemic self. (I love to see you die.)

7 Days to Die

Day One: The Deconstruction of Your Mind Hold still while they take an axe to your head. Day Two: Rape of Innocence And steal what made you good. Day Three: Half-Truths and Absolute Lies They fill the deep emptiness with nothing. Day Four: A Blacker World And they leave you hating. Day Five: Coping with [...]

Violinist Traveling to Versailles, 1624

The woman shrouded in a thousand eyes whispered in what was almost a voice, “To you, good sir, I do strongly advise: Reconsider your unfortunate choice.” “Take back your gold if you can, puny one!” replied the filthy brute clutching her purse. Then she struck with a glimmer in the sun, her bow of metal, [...]