Rock Accountant

Month: March, 2019

I guess I got them all

I killed them in my basement as a child.

They hadn’t done something wrong

that I could name.

Except be on TV.

I guess I got them all.

Cause I rarely see them anymore.

Satchels of Silence

Men carry silence
in satchels
filled with oaths,
weaved loosely
from malice and murder.
All we are certain of
is that we have forgotten

PUBLISHED: November 29, 2016

FILED UNDER: Unnoticed in Clever Worlds

Next door

The sounds of husband and wife fights in our neighborhood drew us together as a family.
Dad would turn off the TV or radio, and the three of us would sit near the window that offered the best reception.
The phone might ring with another neighbor asking us if we were listening.
Sometimes the woman would show up at our door crying with marks, mostly on her face.
She and my mother would sit in our kitchen with the doors closed. She would urge her to return to him.
Nobody liked witnessing a woman being dragged darkly back home by a muscular arm.
We had no asylum to offer. Marriages had sanctity back then.
The police were afraid to come, and they knew he would already be black with anger when they arrived. Most of us had guns.

PUBLISHED: March 17, 2017
FILED UNDER: Unnoticed in Clever Wo

Talking to Myself

I don’t talk to myself out loud. I do it silently, not because of the embarrassment but simply to cut down on the editing.

Do they sink as deep?

I skip

old flat words

on you

like the stones

I tossed at ponds

when I was

a child.

They bounce the same.

Do they sink as deep?

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