Be Still

March 11, 2010

Be still
Oh feathered clutch now stifled
That shakes, a cold dog heart
Who’s whispered words from wooden doors cracked
Speak tongue of crimes and fire

Be still
Oh weathered knobby digits
Blood and bone and tragedy
That carry with you burdens soft and hard alike
Rough and stern and bold

Be still
Oh youthful cacophony aflame
Portholes starboard and aft
In swollen despair make haste and toil
Secrets kept and tarnished never

I beg of you
Be still
Be still

© Matt L. Hall 2010

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Toothpaste

March 11, 2010

You said that you hated your hair
And the broken glass of my thoughts shattered in the sink
We were bristles and foaming comfort
“A very domestic activity”
When I found my keys and cigarettes
You sighed
And I didn’t sigh that cold and lonely breath
Locked inside the back of my throat
Held hostage by my tongue
And I couldn’t speak
Because I am an idiot when it comes to these things
And you barred the door with wooden arms
Crossed and sullen
And I didn’t storm the barricade
I wished and wished with all my might
To have that wish I wished that night
But my feet were too small
And my hands were shaking
And so I slept in my clothes and regrets

© Matt L. Hall 2010