Darci Phenix
Poetry
a bouquet of bruises
flowers of blue
are drawn to you—
on your face, they bloom,
from your mouth, they spew.
you plant flowers of blue
on my face, so new.
and I willingly darken
my eyes for you.
time
time is a bicycle
with limbs stuck in the spokes
riding through the lives
of those who have too much hope
patience
I asked my mother if I could borrow her patience,
and she said, “Of course, just wait a minute.”
cashmere raindrops
The cashmere covered raindrops
made the dark lavender pain stop
in my lonely glass room
that’s been splattered with dark blues
From the time I threw my brain at the wall
Because I was sick of hearing about you!
All the memories and the feelings,
the ineffective remedies for healing
became an evergreen vineyard
that grew across the ceiling.
I couldn’t see the rain
In my glass house of pain,
and I missed it everyday,
I missed it every single day.
On a naked linen Saturday
I turned the lights off .
The house didn’t like this much,
and the vines grew soft.
They were molding into cashmere,
like the falling raindrops ,
and I don’t know why, but in the dark
all the talking stopped.
They fell from the ceiling,
and I could see the glass.
The windows started breaking
And I forgot the past
I felt the cashmere on my skin,
the cashmere raindrops.
In the cold, I was so warm
without you in my thoughts.