This enemy wants me dead
Can never seem to win
When will this opposition, finally do me in
The past is a torch, supposed to light the way
Another day haunted
No color, only dark and grey
Will I ever win this conflict
History says no possibility
Standing on the edge of my own self-destruction
My enemy is me
Recipient of the 2015 Gonzofest Literary Award for Poetry.
by David Pratt
Got them nowhere going, nothing showing, no use crying, even trying, dogsick endtime blues…
I’m out here on the edge wondering what the?
fuck to do with myself.
Darting out from under the mainstream’s crush,
Slipsliding in the slipstream of relentless Time
Like piss on the tide
my peripheral soul a vast ocean
reaching past confinement, past
my landlocked meat stuck in Time
wailing from my prisoner soul that gut primal howl,
with an impulse to fly. Continue reading
Quietly hanging in the back of the shed, was a rope with 13 knots, he had crafted for his head.
An old red shed, covered in tarps, with boards for walls and dented paint cans for art. Clothed in snails and webs, scorpions and death, there hung his faithful friend, an escape to wondrous end.
Often he contemplated he might have the courage to try, to hang his self from the noose crafted in the red shed, where he hoped, he would die.
Cloaked in sadness and consumed in grief, there hung his wife. Eyes wide, tears dried; she hung there, hopeless in sight.
For she could not bear, to find him one day, in the red shed barn, hanging in a deathly sway.
So she took her life, in the stillness of night, afraid to jump, yet fearless in fright.
She stood on the chair, tip-toed in the air, wrapped the noose around her neck and jumped to a glorious and painful death.
Till this day, some claim to see her face. He cut, chopped, and scattered her all around that place. So he might keep her always near, and be reminded of lovelier years.
Some many years later, when their children were grown, the old man hung himself, hanging all alone. Now in darkness, only the few can see, the little brown woman and her bearded man in the trees.