2003 | Invisible No More

swallow me

by pattikeno

breaking into my silence

you steal away my soul

leaving me lonely and afraid

and out of control

aching I break

and fold in on myself

all alone I sink to

the floor

and still I ache

for more

kill me with your

words

swallow me with

your soul

swallow me whole

swallow

whole

03/28/03

©Patti Keno

to: the caterpillar boy

2003 Patti Keno Poetry the caterpillar boy

yesterday everything was perfect
everything was so clear
so heartbreakingly beautiful
the fog surrounded it all
it made it perfect
it made me perfect
and i loved it all
i was afraid i was going to die
i thought this must be
what it looks like
just before you die
that perfect fog
it threatened to swallow me
but created such beauty such clarity
maybe it’s the changing seasons
or maybe it’s something else
all i know
is that
yesterday
everything
was perfect
everything
was beautiful
yesterday everything was perfect
yesterday was beauty
perfect and clear
and i don’t
think it will
ever be that way again.

.
10/15/03

©Patti Keno

2003 Patti Keno Poetry writing

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and you are…

by pattikeno

and you are moving too fast
you silence my heart
from crying out
and you are moving too hard
I can’t feel my feet
the night is so cold
and you are breaking me down
bending me in two
swallowing my heart
and you are taking it all away
leaving me with nothing
I’m not ready to be alone
and you are leaving me again
the same as before
just like everyone
just like
everyone
and you are leaving without
a single word
you are gone
and you are gone
and you are gone
and you are gone
and you are gone
and you are gone
and you are gone
and you are gone

and
you
are
gone

pik
2/13/03

©Patti Keno

2003 Poetry the cinnamon boy the silent boy

useless hands

by pattikeno

these useless hands have left me
and i ache for their return
these useless hands have betrayed me

they forgot how to feel
they forgot how to move
they forgot how to hold on to something

they used to be strong hands
but now i look and see
only pain staring back at me

these useless hands
cut them off
I’m better without them
blundering in my way

these useless hands have stranded me
in a world where i cannot open things
in a world where i can no longer write
the words hide from me now
or spill out in gibberish across the page

these hands were once my livelihood
and they have left me

cold and tingling numbness
no feeling
no writing
no words

these useless hands
have left me with nothing
and i want it all back

cut them open
rip out this useless cord
rip out their uselessness
so i can live again.

cut them off
cut off these precious hands of mine
I’ve no use for them anyway

9/10/03
pik

©Patti Keno

2003 Poetry