As I stare – Cary Briel

Posted on Sep 27, 2009 in Poetry, Writing

As I stare, I come to realize
that I may need to pinch
this skin of varied inch
and wake.
But I, seeing through so many eyes,
believe their comings
and their leavings,
as do they.

An ode to freakish toe

Posted on May 5, 2009 in Poetry, Writing

An ode to freakish toe;
Who you are you know.
Beset by normal kin, Possessing
too much skin
And haunting me quite so.

In sandaled fright you come;
Not fitting into some. A nail
as wide as sea;
Large ships flee, skittishly,
To lands they had come from.

You seek to hide between;
You think to be unseen; Protruding
as you do,
Not fitting into shoe,
To border on obscene.

And though you bring a fright,
Projecting such a sight, I’ve come
to know your face—
Your clumsy, warm embrace—
So kinship is our plight.

Drip drip – Cary Briel

Posted on Apr 22, 2009 in Poetry, Writing

Drip drip
my wistful friend, I bid, ‘Come in, come in.’
For my sore eyes you are a sight
covering up my world of sin.

Oh never mind, I’ll come out,
if you’ll agree to shed your modesty,
I’ll shed these layers
for you to have your way with me.

I feel your soft fingers, a delight
fondling my carnality,
starting up and moving down
changing my reality.

From what distance have you come,
If I ask, will you betray?
And how many others have you
loved in our intimate way?

How much madness have you stalled,
And death, have you ceased that?
Indifference, apathy?
Before which gods have you sat?

Well it’s no matter, not for me.
Your sordid travels are of no regard.
Return any day to ravage me
and heal a soul well scarred.