Ghost Human Bones

Poetry

Written by:

Kirsten Curcio

  • We Go On, and On, and On

    Starry

    abyss

    floating

    somewhere

    on a marble

    in a house

    in a body

    in clothes

    sometimes

    on a couch

    no one cares

    in a room

    surrounded

    alone 

    between twilight

    and sun

    Featured Image: Kirsten Curcio

  • Choices

    Create a path, it’ll be okay

    No, it’ll all end one day.

    Bliss awaits, if you choose to see

    I don’t want anything, let me be.

    I’m comfortable in misery

    I said…

    She bottled sunshine for me before she went away,

    it was to be opened when my skies turned gray.

    Her note read, You’ll never forget me

    let my light illuminate your path,

    let my warm embrace uncover your peace.

    I did,

    when my created path skewed,

    life hanging by a thread…

    Bottled sunshine veiled beneath layers of dust

    hopeful hands twist the lid

    its insides shimmer.

    I open, taken by a warm light

    on a lit path

    to peace

    with my deceased.

    Featured Image: Canva

  • Forever
    Light dissolves, as we shed

rhythms of heart battle,

dwindling sands of time

surrender to wind.


Squeezing through 

breezing past

electricity pulsates vein webs,

sliding through slick cylinders,

cherry colored bold, burning ruby

connected to heart, beats of life.


Light surrounds, we’re weightless 

souls in a rolling wheel

ripping through existence

reuniting through eons, 

again and again,

forever

    Featured Image: Canva

  • Ode to the Consumer

    I want your time.

    I want you.

    Look at these new shoes,

    pay thousands, you can have them too. 

    There may be blood inside

    who cares, drink up, give them a try.

    Attention! Targeted audience, these soles will make you fly.

    I want your time.

    I want you.

    Look at this tasty food…

    Gluttonous flesh balloon, here, take two.

    Pin the recipe you’ll never make, culinary fool.

    May I offer an over-sized grill for meat?

    Never mind your car has a leak.

    I want your time.

    I want you.

    What are you sitting on, pleather?

    Try this expensive new cush.

    Get comfy, chill, let those bones turn to mush.

    Fall asleep watching remakes, the same old thing,

    hollow productions void of meaning.

    I want your time.

    I want you.

    Buy that dress they wore.

    Look! A ballgown in a grocery store.

    Pricey makeup from a sweatshop

    failed promises to make your eyes pop.

    Shiny new things call forth

    click more, we’ll tell you what you’re worth.

    I have your time.

    I have you.

    Now go forth, internet creation, be like everyone else.

    Aww, you’re sad?

    Gobble this addictive pill to ease that.

    Take them all, you don’t want to come back.

    Hand over your identity,

    I’ll keep it on the shelf.

    Need a stool to reach? It’s two days to ship.

    You’re right, that’s too long.

    Just forget it.

    Featured Image: Pixabay

  • Ode to the Garden Assassin

    Please don’t fear, I’m a friend. 

    I know you,

    I watch you watch things,

    like me. 

    Do you like what you see? 

    Please, grace my lands, 

    Gaze upon a majestic sky 

    ruminate over life,

    like mine. 

    Will you slay me in time? 

    Please. 

    I’ve beaten you to it.  

    You know me. 

    Sipping beneath your flesh 

    …is what I like best. 

    Featured Image: Kirsten Curcio

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