30.01.2013 PAD










Nicole, this does not even rhyme.


Distant reverberation

I can hear it in the wind

Carious hearts, lost cations

Are left to linger


I hear the song, an elegy

From my heuristic demise

I am knee deep in this muck

Another cadaver in this Necropolis


Someone consecrate me

Free me from contempt

Release me from palsy

I am worth more


I wait to be exhumed.

Who isn’t a misogynist?

I am not dead,



I am posthumous.