Roxy's Rejects
A Trove of Trash
The World
PESH
I see my terror
And it's ebbing away,
As though a phantom once filled my mind
And wandered off to another haunt,
Leaving cobwebs and dust for me to burst through.
To explore and to see
With the touch of a hand,
That is warm and red and alive,
Is a freedom I'd long been denied
Until these bones broke out
Of their rusted cage
And landed in the red earth
Now resting beneath our feet.
Expand.
DARK HEART
Does my heart produce the darkness
That seeps out of caverns and ashes?
Does it make the daylight dimmer
As I contemplate the sky?
Does it create the chaos that spreads
Through each beating heart like a plague-
A sickness of sinister secrets
And of blood-shedding nightmares?
Is all of this from me?
From my own heart in its cavern of flesh,
The one I've lived upon,
Breathed upon, seethed upon-
Does the darkness come from me?
Goodness pours out from good hearts
And darkness is birthed from the bad;
Is there a dark heart in me?
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IN TRANSIT.
See amidst the traffic,
Amidst all those people
Running, walking, crawling,
Scurrying along to their rabbit holes
Where they eat and sleep and fuck and start all over again.
Everywhere, crawling
Masses seething, masses breathing,
Masses that move and teem and talk and squirm
Like rodents, like cockroaches, they creep
How they creep
Wriggling and jiggling and
Rushing, rushing, rushing
To do the same bloody thing
Each day and each night.
Scurrying, fleeing from one trap to the next,
Tunneling through the mazes-
They are ignoring those above.
They’re squirming to squirm, moving to move, breathing to breathe
And nobody questions the moving
The tedious mediocrity
The running, the working, the eating, the sleeping
To do it all over again
Until one day they’re not squirming or moving or running or fucking
Because they’ve left the rest
Unknown and unnoticed.
Forgotten before they're gone.
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UNTITLED.
My eyes do see
What others cannot
And a fixed mind will never sway.
But I felt You,
I saw You,
You knew me,
I held You.
My fingertips brush air
But faith is thicker than lead.
UNTITLED.
Beating time,
Hypnotic waves-
A trance you can't escape from.
Dizzy little girl
Spinning to a marble name tag,
She can't stop the dance.
The dance,
The coursing pulse.
Pendulum rocks.
Turning axle.
Older and older and older.
Color bleeding,
Pale and bland-
Melting wax as candle burns.
Circle's broken,
Circle's gone.
MY HEART IS A CAVERN.
My heart is a cavern,
The vast emptiness only outdone by
The dark, deep blackness
Of its recesses.
My heart is a cavern
That no light can pierce,
That no ray of sun can warm,
Gloom overtaking gloom.
Desolate.
Empty.
My heart is a cavern.
Sharp rocks and crags staggered on the ground,
Pitfalls and traps in this lonely place.
My heart is a cavern-
Bleak and bitter, cold.
Oh, I cannot see a thing!
My heart is a cavern.