DAMNED by Sonya Young He was a religion that no one followed A church with cold, empty pews He nailed himself to a crucifix Then waited sadly for good news He watched mankind marry the devil With no divorce papers to be found All these damned non-believers The emptiness to which they were bound The…
Month: March 2018
how i got here
My feet move w/out thinking. You pass me on the pavement. Occupy the back room of. I can’t remember – not one step; heart- felt – ; moment; how I got, the way I went. It remains: the weight of – One step – .I’m like a robot. Even now, & tho I’m…
death of you
POW! a man like me but much younger, out- gunned, commandeered. I’d cut you down from the suffering which humbles the spirit. You never recover. In London, wait; take orders, bow & later, alone with yourself, feel like a tool, & struck down at 50. You gave your wife 6 children &…
BEAUTIFUL EMPTY SHELL
BEAUTIFUL EMPTY SHELL by Sonya Young Sleeping in a bed of futility Restrained by society’s rules The moon is surly and bitter Her heart stained with fury A goddess of everything shallow Seduced by invisible forces Her reality now tissue thin A plague upon her mind A portrait ….a masterpiece Canvas torn and the paint…
from Hail Gazers #3
I used to have a drinking problem: I always ran out before I’d had enough. And I brought too much, and drank beyond the usefulness of alcohol— people getting drunk happily releasing as they go. I used to have a problem with unanimous. No day belonged to when I wasn’t really sure the Sun was…
A BLOODY INTERVIEW
A BLOODY INTERVIEW by Sonya J Young You were an elegantly dressed and well spoken monster in your top hat and white gloves All around you, candelabra on every surface…. with hot wax dripping lazily like slow, greasy tears sliding down a powder-pale face… You looked out through gauzy curtains which hung from a four…
TILTED HALOS
TILTED HALOS by Sonya Young Humanity is churning A seething mass, oozing around, at rock bottom The power had nestled Into the wrong hands long ago So the fear and intolerance That they imbedded into Your weary hearts Have caused the hate In your actions And now confusion Reigns supreme We are left With beautiful…
WATCHING
WATCHING by Sonya Young I’ve been watching you people With your random acts of evil Fighting pointless battles With your glass swords… I watched the earth give birth But Mothers’ milk was rancid So you drank from the sea… The clouds and I have witnessed Your precious pain As rigour Mortis hardened Your decaying hearts……
THE CALLIGRAPHER
THE CALLIGRAPHER by Sonya Young Sitting in front of a fireplace The size of hell Surrounded by musty leather bound books on old mahogany bookshelves the calligrapher pierced The flesh of his beautiful visitors With a gold fountain pen Stealing their stories Straight from their veins Before wiping his pen clean On an exquisite sheet…
CARTELS by Sonya J Young
CARTELS by Sonya J Young Such an ominous soundtrack to a precarious life which sounds much like the devil speaking with foetus bones jammed in his throat Cigar smoke clogs the air and the men are seeped in Tequila There can be no guarantees of trust or loyalty in this home-made hell The only smiles…
WOODEN SHUTTERS
WOODEN SHUTTERS by Sonya J Young You curl up in the nest that you built from human hair, veins and tiny bones Guarded by angels with concrete wings too heavily burdened to even think of helping you A black chandelier swings above your weary head casting shadows on your already darkened dreams You close the…
meditation on chicken supper
it’s reasonable to kill yourself, granted. if you think about it, hard enough. days are the same; only shorter, colder… but that’s just logic, which is nothing – intangible, like number; rational, ultimately stupid. when my chicken’s legs froze i took it to the vet; & when it died, i buried it. i…