Showing posts with label cold. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cold. Show all posts

8.1.08

010808

0108089am
I don’t: talk
Face2face
Make eye contact.
Why?
Everything I feel
Is here.
Honestly, at times
This is a cage…
And I don’t know
What I feel…
Most of the time
I feel nothing.
Somewhere around 17
I hit an ice age
Been pretty numb
Ever since.
Liam Elliott 2008. All Rights Reserved.




010808am(2)
We all have that one
Who tattooed her name
Across the front of our heart
Leaving an eternal memory
Prior to an eternal departure.
Thing is – I scratched
Out the name…
I didn’t want to recall
What it had said.
And now? Well,
I still have the pain
And no way to call it.
Liam Elliott 2008. All Rights Reserved.

20.11.07

Mechanically Inspired Poem

112007
Parking garage
5th floor 20 spots
Left from the elevator
Doors sliding open
Eyelids want nothing
More than to slide shut
Jaw the teeth rattling
Ears picking up sound
Feet making a beat
Heart bruised and cold
Lungs full of tar and shit
Thoughts in a toilet
Head getting flushed
Face glides groundwards
Knees begging praying
Hands gripped on the steering wheel.
I am sitting in my car
Park(ed) at ten thirty pm
Trying to warm up my engine
[Heart]

Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.