Corey Marks

A Brief Account of my 33rd Year

The Year I set a date on calendars, blank
and given you everything
Year my life wasn't changed but rearranged
and no boy nor man would come near my
dwelling place.
Year I sat out in my pussy wagon
and escaped the troubled tone death muzzle
of those who took my ambitions for a cop-out
and their mouths dropped when i exceeded my 
dreams and was called up into destiny


Dumb Luck


Boredom,
brought on by simple sadness
depressed by such madness
How I could stand being stuck in a rut
I'd been forced in by the bandits attempts to
torture my self inflicted need not cause pain





Loss

Comes like the scatter of new bunnys
born after the set of the sun on a
cotton-scented day in May
I let tears fall as the lives of those
heaven sent , had gone away.
I drank all, the next day
and felt my insides disintegrate

 The String

threaded and shredded with
orange coloring and died red end
and kids knit, grandmas sit in blankets
made of it

The Empty Theater

quiet and murky
and projectors broken
where film tore and disappointing
customers uproar in disgust



Bell

ringing in the day and night
never quiet, and to the ones who still lay sleep
once church let in and the sun rose to its
highest point


 To the Reader

that shares my pain
and run away to the nearest path leading
down a dark way
or says hey, to the devil left on
their right shoulder
and the angle swore to stay away


Little Bird

afraid of what they heard
that the next day they flew tree to tree
for their spawn who fell, one by one
to the ground below the
and the little one died instantly
but the older once struggled for breathe



At Seven

i was saving 11 pencils to use in school
and when my teacher ran out
i took more
and hid them in my bookbag til
she came up with more


After the Shipwreck

we burrowed onto lifeboats, rafts
and whatever light enough
to float us to the next place
we have to stay in order to survive
a lifestyle stranded amongst forced pals
who would like nothing more to be on a paradise
island without me raining in on their
new isolated corner of the world