Author: Fatesjoke

The taste of it, like cigarettes and tears. Before the heat from his embrace had left her body, before the taste of his lips had faded from her mouth, he was gone from view. She ached for his presence before she realized that he was really gone, and though she said no more tears would …

We spent our time together building a tomb, but when it was ready, you were gone. So, I filled it with the ashes of the words I had written for you. I still lay down flowers, whenever I pass by, and light a candle when the time is right. But, I don’t make it by …

I gave the stranger a cigarette. “That was generous of you” “I just hastened a man’s death” I made myself an integral part of some disease set on killing him, this stranger. Reading National Geographic to learn about   the world. A welfare check, just so I know my place. Brushed teeth, cleaning behind the door …

She cries at my words, dreams of what once was and chases God’s poltergeist. I smile at her, hand moving hair from face and say with a look what words fail to. The adventure is in the journey, destination means there is an end and I refuse to be missed when the moments can still …

I bear witness to the murder of our youth, acts born of hatred which in turn are born of fear. The deaths of children afraid to accept who they are because elements within our culture tell them they are “less than” and “evil”, words taking their hearts as surely as their own hands take their …

Four walls       built of cinder blocks Two       windows             set high into those walls God damn cold air blowing curtains all hours of the day bringing the dampness making my clothes damp, my papers damp, it blows constantly there is no                         escaping                                     it.

If I offered you a smile or a night or even that summer you long for, would you forsake forever and be satisfied with my offering? Would my affections, or my passion or even the time that you long for, be enough to replace the promise of something lasting? A poem is easy a smile …

save your thanks and find that eternity is fatal for us all I would rather be a flash in the dark so that it would seem like a summer day even if the stars still shone nothing is given freely not fate or the rawness of your being and belief has no place in the …

Flagellation, constipation Sinner, dinner I ran out of clever things to say, so I am stuck… Looking at what should have been a riveting poem, mocking religion and causing proper women to blush. Instead I think I will embed this pen in my friend’s skull.

The creek runs brown from the dirt suspended in the current. Blackberry bushes form a wall along the side of the creek bed and reaches out across the water, some of the vines float, as if enjoying the coolness of the water. A loan duck swims back and forth, quaking in the sun.