Shane Windham's Blog, page 7

POEM - Little Else Matters

There is someone in the world

who fights an urge to send you

relatable songs meant to

bridge the distance;

only he doesn’t do it, because

he doesn’t want to wake you

  

There is someone out there

who has purposely quieted

the world around him

on the off chance that you

find yourself lost,

and no one else knows to listen

for your exhausted screams

  

There is someone

who insists on opening

the front door at random,

though he knows he’ll only

be disappointed when he doesn’t

find you standing there;

never-mind that you...

POEM - Retro Nexus

Two kids, standing together

at the Fort Worth Zoo

with their faces awe-pressed

against the glass;

complete strangers outside

of that moment

  

The same kids, accidentally brushing hands

as they reached for rain-sticks

inside a Natural Wonders store;

foreign for not remembering

where they’d seen each other before

  

Sitting next to each other in a ‘90s theater,

seeking escapism from what our fathers

had done to our mothers;

not yet brave enough to so much as

steal a glance at one another’s

choice in snack food

  

Ta...

POEM - Rent Free

The dead of night offered a dream,

and I accepted

There were dismembered bodies

beneath us;

and, covered in their pulp,

we fucked as if possessed

by jet-fuel flames

Ignoring the sounds of young children

being eaten alive,

your continual demand of ‘don’t stop’

held my empty heart at full attention

There was nothing I wouldn’t do

for you

  

But then I woke up,

and the shame of daylight was crushing

I cried when I eventually told you

about the depravity of my subconscious

You laughed as if you had been the one

chewin...

POEM - Plato's Diner

Quiet kid in the corner;

ears open, nose in her phone

Midday, and you’re there,

as the babies smoke their vape-sticks;

lazily trying to appear more pensive

than they’ve yet become

And, shaking off the whispered mumbles

in their radio heads, their waning ignorance

is proudly loud

  

Is it ever okay to slaughter civilians?

Must we be part of a society?

Does the testable reality matter more

than strings of words in an old book?

These aren’t questions you find

particularly hard to answer,

but the smirk behind your ...

POEM - Jason Kills Crystal

You threw up on my shoes,

and hissed at the cat

I drove you into the dirt,

and held your slit at knifepoint

  

You spit at my mask,

and rolled us into the lake

I wrapped my chain around your throat,

and drug you onto the beach

  

You clawed at my arms,

and kicked rocks with bare feet

I pinned you to a tree,

and roughly stroked your remaining warmth

You screamed for me to stop,

and your debaucherous body argued

I cut away your clothing,

and watched the nicks on you leak

  

You whimpered, “Do it already.”

and unearth...

POEM - Ill-Lit Imprint

 A cold breeze, full of misty rain,

caresses me like a sorrowful lover

I stare into the foggy abyss,

and imagine you doing the same:

both of us thinking of each other

But, deep down, I know that

the receiving end of my line

is no more or less than

an empty eternity

POEM - Sordid Sinew

When you ghosted, I buried my own bones

in another woman’s spirited mouth

And she sucked every ounce

of love I felt for you

from this heart of mine…

for a time

  

I likely could have moaned your full name

while drowning out whatever response

might have come into her throat,

and she’d still have been happy

to hold me afterward

How strange, then,

that all I ever wanted her to be…

was you

  

“I’m not going to fuck the two of you,

if that’s what you’re thinking.”

The thought never even crossed my mind

I was saying goo...

POEM - Armagnac 88

The body often wants

what the heart can’t have

So take the entire, existential day off,

and see if we may make peace

with that fact

But know that I don’t mean

the kind of peace which holds hands

through a hymn;

I’m talking about two satisfied figures,

lying nude beneath the private light

of steamy stained-glass

You probably suspect I’m not afraid

of sampling all your spices,

but I doubt you accurately estimate

just how deep my hunger for you runs

  

The hourglass is spilling our chances

with every silent breath ...

POEM - Sad Bastard

Is it pretending if I claim

that my love for you is nothing more

than potential’s protection;

a vicarious projection?

Perhaps, if we keep on like this

for long enough, I’ll be able to

convince myself of said lie

And I like to think I’d welcome a change

Our entanglement has, after all,

turned me into naught but

one of your connotations

People dig into my soil,

only to toss their shovels aside;

quickly admitting, “Wow, that girl

really did a number on him.”

I have to wonder if that was the point;

your intended de...

POEM - Ungracious & Unheard

The hours are beset with daylight,

but I am besieged by design

Someday, the sadness will catch me

like quicksand,

and I will kill my happy self

For what am I at my deepest?

A shadow, hid amongst the sunbeams

An echo of my long-lost lungs

A machine which is always waiting

to be back in the ghostly throes of solitude,

where no one stops me

from imagining myself beside you;

whether by force, or by dream

   

My now-quiet heart waits in vain

for the clean-slate sound of you

ringing that lonely doorbell;

a noise which...