Poetry Blog by Zach Dafoe
Tags from last 12 months
Stu Buck on everyone can agree a relationship is a compromise but recently mine hasn't been very equal -- no, in fact it's like my pain is not allowed to exist and every concession must be made to accommodate the other (05/03/2018) (Sat, 4 May 2019 04:39 pm)
John Bastard on everyone can agree a relationship is a compromise but recently mine hasn't been very equal -- no, in fact it's like my pain is not allowed to exist and every concession must be made to accommodate the other (05/03/2018) (Sat, 4 May 2019 12:54 pm)
Bridgett Elizabeth on everyone can agree a relationship is a compromise but recently mine hasn't been very equal -- no, in fact it's like my pain is not allowed to exist and every concession must be made to accommodate the other (05/03/2018) (Sat, 4 May 2019 04:34 am)
A last letter
Like everything that cut me, deep and true, just follows the same long-dead scars, now -- the underground tunnels of being run thru, over and over again: overfilled with joy, burdened with hate, crippled with fear, twisted by love.
now there's just a body, and I live with it, and there's a sequence of events that happens to it that are resolved in chronological order.
Tuesday 4th June 2019 2:16 pm
trains crossing blacked out streets
mournful howls , stark in the slick obsidian
of deadened stories, and hardened hearts
a thousand miles of ire cast in cooling:
the warmth of bodies wistful for sleep backed
by a hapless sliver of ivory
mists roiling up and up like a damp collective sigh
frozen by shock
and in time all things lose their pallor
Friday 17th May 2019 12:07 pm
everyone can agree a relationship is a compromise but recently mine hasn't been very equal -- no, in fact it's like my pain is not allowed to exist and every concession must be made to accommodate the other (05/03/2018)
the chafe of a collar
a road paved in lead
slow, convenient poisons
with the promise of paradise
how long can you put off wearing your own skin
putting on such efforts to twist and loop
to contort and choke
to asphyxiate with a smile
buried beneath alien layers
staring down and in on you, vapid, and vast
while your body is
buying expensive cigarettes and sandals
Friday 3rd May 2019 3:17 pm
percolated upon the brows
of fallen kings:
that we descended like spiral staircases
wherein every step
suspicion creaks like bone
we are unknown
a swath of heads
taken, cackling in the streets
bobbing in gutters, downwind and downgrade
before meeting Death;
pummeled and pestled
squashed, pressed into mortar,
Saturday 20th April 2019 3:55 pm
I'm at that age now
where the people I watched wed
are filling for divorce.
it bores a hole, similarly gauged
to commune with gravity
clutching spaces, knuckles' wide
breathless moments of wherewithal
sentiment and statement, emptied
poorly lit podiums, stood up to greet a moonless night.
from deep within newly parched lips they ask :
"what do we do now?"
Never a ...
Saturday 30th March 2019 3:37 pm
I'm the bone on which you could make a wish
split into twins, so I may resonate
where Fates lay, in doorways wreathed
festooned in dreamsilk and bootstraps
cinched down into the bite sized truths
Here Lies Thy Voice
spider stingers and the spittle of birds
ingredients for a loss of words
in the face of a roiling fleshy wave
of bad news ;
Thursday 28th March 2019 2:03 pm
A truth born of molars:
people are fickle and their feet will stake them, always, in fairer weather. They do this as our ungulate friends do: grazing from pasture to pasture.
We re hard-pressed, in life, to find people who move through the action of their eyes, upright and ahead, instead of the idleness of shuffling feet; we are hard-pressed to find people who act on principle instead of out...
Tuesday 12th March 2019 12:21 am
'we convinced the serpent to pull us across
we took on water and ships were lost
stuck trekking thru a bog that went so deep
screams from helheim could be heard from below
each time the surface broke
And our men, carrying pieces of our ship
above their heads
could feel the slain and bloated bellies of history
beneath their feet.
Tho we pulled out our lesser men
sunk to the chin,...
Tuesday 12th March 2019 12:19 am
of a whispered rack, lashed
against obsidian history
these ropes weren't made to slip over my wrists
but that's what god invented nails for.
breaking , split gut and glowsticks
cured ham and other salted relics :
tiger traps to tiptoe over
the weight of legends heavier
than bruised absconding feet
Wednesday 20th February 2019 2:56 pm
eyes roll west,
we see synapses dimly firing at easy targets and cheap jokes, teeth chattering, white and sharp, hungry for derision
for anything else but the terrifying bog
of what it is to be a human being in control of your own life.
instead, let's laugh at the tumbling waves of pending disaster
narrowly skirting by our lives each and every single day, pretending that ...
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 3:29 pm
I've only awoken on the sidewalk once
And once wasn't enough .
a black string is caught in the small hairs on my arms
cooling dews, falling: a near palpable mist
whirring and chittering insects
like collections calls
i can feel broken glass filling my pockets
unsent text messages to blocked numbers
i cant remember who fired the first shot
but in cer...
Friday 4th January 2019 4:49 pm