fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

racing

The silence of man
In the face of true pain
Is the measure of humanity
In your race to be sane.

always

Nonsense, I say
I will not
Stay away
I will wait
I won’t hate
And always never
Be OK.

Nonsense, says I
From far
Far up high
I will choose
Not to lose
And always never
Say I tried.

condensed

Taking great chances
Talking down and round
Tactically revoking
God’s almighty sound.

bop

Jumping around
In and out of time
Moving ever faster
To the shine of a star
Aligned.

disagree

Timeline changes
In fractions of degrees
Are never really noticed
Until your conscious self agrees.

watched

Demons inside
Anger out
Watch me closely
Hear me shout.

Demons outside
Anger in
Watching deeply
For my next sin.

Demons within
With anger about
Watch me carefully
Before time runs out.

trick up

Answering the evident
Actual betrayal
Is a feint of forgiveness
When your mindlessly frail.

notev

Never again
Will my body betray
Never will I wake up
And say
Not today.

Never will I answer
To my inner afraid
Never will I shake
And make
A mistake.

Never will you see me
Losing my way
Never will they whisper
He’s trying
The wrong way.

itchy

i feel my madness
creeping through
i feel its anger
chasing you
i feel the hate
i feel the pain
i feel I’ll never
again
be sane.

out

Suicide stands
From deep within
Are contingency plans
For when you can’t win.