Hey there...
you !!
with your
Starbucks
and half eaten
Espresso bar
so casually thrown
into the
trash.
Food and drink
still warm from
your hands
still pink from
chatting
in that
coffee shop
you frequent
each morning.
I saw you
turn your
head
from me,
you wouldn’t
even
meet my
eyes.
Your father,
no doubt,
told you
I was
dangerous
because I
hear voices
of
Saints and
Demons,
because
the streets
are my
friends,
because I can’t
find
a safe place
to piss,
to wash
my face
or clean
my ass.
Or perhaps
you
don’t like
the way
I look
or how
I smell.
To hell with
you!
I don’t really
care!
What I
care about
is that
you
left me
some of
your latte
and half eaten
pastry
and
a paper
to read
on top
of the
garbage.
And if I’m
lucky
I’ll get a
chance
to grab it
before
someone else
does,
and
for a brief
moment
feel like
I’m
someone.
Someone
like you.
© 2008 Querus Abuttu
Querus Abuttu
A Page of Feculent Phantasms and Strange Temporal Space.
Hermit
Stairway to Heaven
Friday, October 24, 2008
The White Plate
"Does Daddy kiss you like
he kisses me?"
The question
exploded
as my bare toes
wiggled on
red linoleum.
Watching her
stop washing
that dish,
I wished
I coulda shoved
my stupid
stupid words
back
into my
stupid little
lips
the moment
I said them.
I bit my mouth
till it bled
salt
against my
tongue.
The white plate
slipped from
her rubber
fingers.
I watched it fall
like those
instant replays on
football
slowly
deliberately
almost
suspended in time
till its milky face
smashed
the floor
and
shattered.
I heard
her loud steps
towards the
living room
and her slaps
and curses
assailing my
father.
But all I could see
was that
white plate
and
all I could
feel
was like
I
should be
the one
picking up
the pieces
before
someone got
hurt.
Copyright © 2008 Querus Abuttu
he kisses me?"
The question
exploded
as my bare toes
wiggled on
red linoleum.
Watching her
stop washing
that dish,
I wished
I coulda shoved
my stupid
stupid words
back
into my
stupid little
lips
the moment
I said them.
I bit my mouth
till it bled
salt
against my
tongue.
The white plate
slipped from
her rubber
fingers.
I watched it fall
like those
instant replays on
football
slowly
deliberately
almost
suspended in time
till its milky face
smashed
the floor
and
shattered.
I heard
her loud steps
towards the
living room
and her slaps
and curses
assailing my
father.
But all I could see
was that
white plate
and
all I could
feel
was like
I
should be
the one
picking up
the pieces
before
someone got
hurt.
Copyright © 2008 Querus Abuttu
Friday, October 17, 2008
"Phantasms"
Cold beads of sweat
Slicing the brow
Freezing lashes that fought against black.
What was that sound?
Shattered perceptions,
Of perfect deceptions
reflected in time.
Icy reality
biting the wrinkles
of folded tenacious pillows of grey.
Gasping for breath,
Wrenched to a whisper,
Sunlight fades away.
I'm blind
I see.
Copyright © 2008 Querus Abuttu
Slicing the brow
Freezing lashes that fought against black.
What was that sound?
Shattered perceptions,
Of perfect deceptions
reflected in time.
Icy reality
biting the wrinkles
of folded tenacious pillows of grey.
Gasping for breath,
Wrenched to a whisper,
Sunlight fades away.
I'm blind
I see.
Copyright © 2008 Querus Abuttu
Monday, January 21, 2008
John Ross
John Ross
Two A.M. in the morning
Empty streets
City lights
The clock keeps ticking
Second for second
As I listen to the rain come down.
Well, I remember when we
Were kids,
Best friends,
Hiding from the lightening-
Screaming at the thunder-
Where are you now, today,
John Ross?
Where are you now, today?
College took me away from town.
A girl named Bess took you to Texas.
I found the city,
You worked the Land.
Ain’t it funny how the world goes round?
And still, today, though we’ve drifted ways,
I remember that stupid hat you used to wear.
And in a crowd of people
Sometimes I think
I see your face.
And I wonder-
Where are you now, today, John Ross?
Where are you now, today?
Copyright © 2008 Querus Abuttu
Two A.M. in the morning
Empty streets
City lights
The clock keeps ticking
Second for second
As I listen to the rain come down.
Well, I remember when we
Were kids,
Best friends,
Hiding from the lightening-
Screaming at the thunder-
Where are you now, today,
John Ross?
Where are you now, today?
College took me away from town.
A girl named Bess took you to Texas.
I found the city,
You worked the Land.
Ain’t it funny how the world goes round?
And still, today, though we’ve drifted ways,
I remember that stupid hat you used to wear.
And in a crowd of people
Sometimes I think
I see your face.
And I wonder-
Where are you now, today, John Ross?
Where are you now, today?
Copyright © 2008 Querus Abuttu
Aborted
I am
an object enveloped in oppressive grey.
(the ultimate uncertainty)
I possess an unnamed name
and a soul
none have ever dared to touch.
I’m spinning in the smoky mists
of what is left of time.
There is no light,
No sound,
No sense of anything
Except the softness
Of my own destruction-
Except the distance
Between my truth,
And Darkness.
My solitude
Is a symbol
Of all that is …obsolete.
(It represents the future)
In the end,
There is no end.
Only the loneliness of
A Spirit
Waiting for a greater love
to enfold it.
Copyright © 2008 Querus Abuttu
an object enveloped in oppressive grey.
(the ultimate uncertainty)
I possess an unnamed name
and a soul
none have ever dared to touch.
I’m spinning in the smoky mists
of what is left of time.
There is no light,
No sound,
No sense of anything
Except the softness
Of my own destruction-
Except the distance
Between my truth,
And Darkness.
My solitude
Is a symbol
Of all that is …obsolete.
(It represents the future)
In the end,
There is no end.
Only the loneliness of
A Spirit
Waiting for a greater love
to enfold it.
Copyright © 2008 Querus Abuttu
Angel
A woman dressed in black
Drapes a veil before her eyes.
No man knows the truth she speaks.
No man knows her lies.
Her soul is one of darkness
Dipped into a perfect light.
And no man feels her gifted touch
till day falls in to night.
She moves in mists of silence
In a world turned inside out,
And whispers dreams of paradise
No man could live without.
Her touch awakens love long lost
in lives damned pure insane.
And nightmares fade from opened minds
that learn to love again.
What moment gives her power?
What time is reign supreme?
She only has you in her grasp
The second that you dream.
What would you want forever?
And what wish is your desire?
You seek the entrance to her world.
The door is filled with Fire.
Drapes a veil before her eyes.
No man knows the truth she speaks.
No man knows her lies.
Her soul is one of darkness
Dipped into a perfect light.
And no man feels her gifted touch
till day falls in to night.
She moves in mists of silence
In a world turned inside out,
And whispers dreams of paradise
No man could live without.
Her touch awakens love long lost
in lives damned pure insane.
And nightmares fade from opened minds
that learn to love again.
What moment gives her power?
What time is reign supreme?
She only has you in her grasp
The second that you dream.
What would you want forever?
And what wish is your desire?
You seek the entrance to her world.
The door is filled with Fire.
Removal
Poor wretched bodies
Unknowingly submitted
To warped and tortured
Fatal cells-
Living clumps of nightmare
Embedded deep within the flesh-
To burn with shame
And to endure
Blessed womanhood removed-
Hideous and foul traitorous life!
Forever-
Scarred the mind,
From the tissue that was severed.
Butchered on the table
Innocent lambs
To the slaughter.
And they all say
That it’s O.K.
(They’d sooner die
than trade)
And none will see
The tears that run
From maimed minds in the night.
Copyright © 2008 Querus Abuttu
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