Empty Spoon

Working Still by Borg de Nobel

  I hear your cries

like Spanish radio

in the apartment next door

I have no milk

I haven't eaten in three days

Ashes to ashtray

dust to rock

dreams to smoke

I cook my meals on a dirty spoon

I feed death to my bones

I saw your mouth move

like a hatchling bird's

My empty spoon

can't fill your hunger

I am nothing

I can give nothing

submitted for dVerse Poets Pub, Poetics, Borg de Nobel

Run

You can run til you drop

but you can't lose your shadow

You can hide from your pain

but it always will find you

You can get yourself high

but someday you have to come down

You can watch yourself bleed

but the blood's gonna run again

Spend nights with a stranger

but the sun's gonna rise

You can keep tryin'

but you just can't escape from yourself

So go blame your mama

Go blame your dad

Go blame the love you think you didn't have

You can blame the alignment

of stars in the sky

Go on and keep asking

Why?

But your houses keep burning

and you fan the flames

by turning your back

and changing your name

You can keep runnin'

but you just can't escape from yourself.

submitted for Thursday Think Tank,  #91 Escape, at Poets United