It's A Trap!

:D 

I love Firefly! 


((no, seriously, that is all!~))

~Hammeh

Temper

A flat bench,
the breach
of form, as she
whispers – eyes
wrenched inward –
she prays to the body.

The form is simple,

undergrad worthy,
lying still, parallel
with the floor.

The dead lips are knotted
together, her eyes
wear silk lashes
like jewelry, the
powder

covers her face. 

A girl sits, praying,
by the altar. 



~Hammeh

Onions and Tomatoes

Off-Road

Halfway between the tin can sky

blazing like the reflection of these past few years

where heartaches are more common than headaches

and the groove of my thumb matches the grooves of the piano keys,

I have discovered the mutiny of silence and the slip of rain

as the days turn into years, and the lines on the road fade

until nothing but the veered-off treads of my burnt red pickup

seem to make any brand upon my soul.  

~Hammeh

King of the Kingdom of Dirt

P,

Last night C escaped. 
I must have left the gate open. 
There was a chill in the air,
but I haven't closed the door. 

H.






~Hammeh

An Element

Hopeless

The insane wander your streets,
and I squeeze through the tightest
alleyways, the smallest pinnacle of
being and dying.

I wrap the shawl of blueberry sky,
bruised and tightly-woven,
around me, and I hope


that your chest cavity will
open, like the lips of a wolf,
and you will see me, 
where I've always been,


hidden inside you. 


~Hammeh

She Lives!

Like A Hurricane

The end comes too swiftly–

a brush of wind beating

in a hurricane. 

Your heart beats heavily

through the paisley fabric,

punching rhythms into my jaw. 

The swing of your fist–

yellow and bruised– shows

me that I miscalculated. 

Wind blows, and I go down,

a mess of wheat and maize

and blue fabric.

I imagine your lungs in a vice,

under the water, pressure and crush,

but you trail off, prose forgotten,

and then there is simply nothing

left.  

~Hammeh

Here, there be dragons.

The edges of the maps have been filled in,
the doors have been locked and the fires contained.
We are protected from rain, snow, sun.
I feel a crack, a fissure in my soul
which opens like a sunrise,
slowly and full of light.

Pink, blue, green toenails dig
into the dirt, mussed up and reckless.

Fingers grasp and claw at the borders of the page,
at the boulders that slip from mountains,
that are pulled from glaciers and the heat of the sun.

My body is built on the cusp of destruction,
and my maps still border with blank edges.

Here, there be dragons.


~Hammeh

1/1/11 :D

Happy New Year's!! 

I may be starting some work soon, which will be exciting!  :]

Other than that, I really just want to be more patient with people, get more exercise, and decide what I'm going to do for the rest of my life.  :]

Cheers!


~Hammeh