Blessed And British

Muse Juice No More

Words,

dry

and cracked

like lines in pavement

and lips in winter.

Eyes, fall-leaf red
and October cold.

Fingers broken

and sentences



snapped.                           This poem
a mystery.
                        A sapling,

devoid of sun.




~Hammeh

Metal And The Gleam Of Truth

Cliché Depression

A touch on the wrist,
and a slip of my eyes.

I'd never believe that this
is me.

In a book of art,
I used in sixth grade,

there is an image
of a depressed me.

I think that is when my life changed.
And I broke away from forms.

Tonight, with rain and glare
of lightening,
I feel a heartbeat
in my wrist.

When I ask for your help,
please,
don't
dismiss me.


~Hammeh

Oblivious As Always

In the beginning there was fire,
and in the end, he was right.

The fire burned through us.

In the dead of winter,
when the log pile dwindles,
and the trees are heavy and quiet,
the fire is ash, and the ice sets in.

What good is desire when there is no fire?


~Hammeh

Snicker Snicker

Once
in
April
there was snow
but the heat of
your ring on my heart
embodied our heated souls.


~Hammeh

A Navigator's Role

A Clean, Well-Lighted Place

If the walls were white,
like chalk and cheeks,
if the pen was vibrant
red and soft green,
if the locks were
drawn over silent doors,

I would take up the pen
and draw, for you.

~Hammeh

You'll Never Feel This Way

Another Chance

Wouldn't you love to see an obsessive form?
But the truth is, you can mimic however you please,
think it fabulous and
think it captured.

Until you see me struggle with the pressure of a pen tip,
the number of my steps,
the connection of my words,
and the tic of my lips and eyes,

and you cannot ever imagine.


~Hammeh

Telephone Repairman

Cross me,
Bless me,
Don't forget me.


~Hammeh

Stationary Filled With Chimpanzees

Youth

In this beginning there is an end,
of flat beige walls and poetry that sits
like apples on a cart.

Of hard Ks and soft Ls,
of the cuneiform symbol for love
and land.

In Argentina there is a pool,
it's water is bitter and dry.

And before long you've ingested
enough,
enough to begin to survive.


~Hammeh