“just one more drink,” she said
and I couldn’t resist that smile
her teeth hidden behind a twisted crimson curtain,
they were sharp like her stare,
like the black fingernails raking up fishnet
she swept her bloody tongue
over those pointy little teeth
she smiled as I looked for answers
in the sky
Orion had already turned away
in his own uncertainty
and the seven sisters
in their own fervent debate
merely questioned back
“this one,” she said
I tore my gaze from the stars
in time to see her murmuring
into his ear
her hands all over his
I trailed behind them
as they dipped into the alley
those sharp little teeth
clamped onto his neck
over and over
and drank him dry
pale and still in awe, he fell
a corpse to the wet pavement
and she smeared red
down her face,
but her green eyes flew open
“what is this pain?” she asked
and her voice and her hands were
as the blood bubbled back up
she had not cried in centuries
but she wept the only liquid she had:
his diseased blood, blacker than ink
thicker than cold tar
it came in waves
pouring from her eyes
and I watched her die
crumpled in a sticky puddle,
for an eternity
Such gorgeous eyes for someone so cruel—
Tossed aside like an old rag,
I lay in this nest of razor and wires
as I wrote lines through my heart.
A shadow melting behind those scornful laughs,
I knew you roamed close:
you were always in the fog,
in the confusion.
“Let me see your face,”
and the voice that dripped bleach slithered inside my ears;
somewhere, I’d lost myself in the foam.
I was lead along
by wolves whose fast pushed them through my brain:
to wander the wastes, they found the nerves—
wound like deltas, these rivers sprayed electric.
The fibers fell through hollowed caverns;
between bones and blood, they shifted.
Another cardboard box lay in the trash,
and as silver glinted, the gaping grins sent shivers
down my spine.
I watched red stretch over the tile,
across that purple bracelet.
Don’t whisper to me of things passed
as those scars feed white to the dusk.
Nothing is what I had imagined:
I’ve found these waves
evolving as they let my
© 2006-2014 Bari Adams. All rights reserved.
This piece originally began as about ten or so different poems that I wrote between the ages of 16 and 18. Most of them were utter shit, so I stitched them together, salvaging about two or so of the best lines from each shitty poem. These particular poems were all about the same general thing, so reworking them into cohesion was fairly easy. This piece is incredibly personal and deeply meaningful to me, which explains my drive to save its shards. Finally, after creating this frakenpoetry, I was able to let go and delete the old shitty poems.
a willowy, pearlescent doll
whose fiery hair betrays this winter morn
doe-eyed and wrapped in chiffon,
white lace, mist
and billowing down into sheets of ice
she sighs inside the crystal case,
and her dress flows into the frozen lake,
caught inside the thick glaze
against the wind
caught by the pressure,
in the misty sheen she scribbles
I can’t feel my fingers
outside of her coffin, the trees too are encased
as freezing rain slithers down their limbs
to coalesce, weighing down the trees
who in turn creak wearily
under the pressure
Copyright © 2014 Bari Adams. All rights reserved.
I always feel so damn constricted, locked in my mind’s fabricated network of bullshit. I once thought I could reason my way into happiness, but over-analyzation has destroyed me in some ways, and I’ve become trapped in this system of anguish and uncertainty.
I’ve never been much of a songwriter, but in my composing of instrumental tracks, I was struck with inspiration: a song about the infinite possibilities represented by the multiverse. With some cleaning up, it could be made into a track to go on my concept album “candiebox”.
In another universe, I told you I loved you a moment too soon
And I tied my heartstrings around your wrists
You ripped my ribcage open when you ran
In an alternate life, you picked up our pieces one too many times
Your resentment uncurled into a snake
And you left me to mend the broken glass