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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

Like an Ocean

by pattikeno

Like an Ocean

I stand

rocking

carelessly tossing

my voice upon the

rocks

deaf stones

they cannot hear

my words

and I cry

my angered tears

— like an

ocean —

as they come

echoing

back

to me

dead

and lifeless

but still they

flow out of

and return

the same

always the same

always dead

Like an Ocean

10/17/95

pik

©Patti Keno

1995 Poetry

and

by pattikeno

eyes are burning

from the endless

nights

laying awake

–

and waiting

–

I am filled

with desire

for something

unknown

–

and unwanted

–

I ache

alone

filled with

remorse

–

and regret

–

I long and

I long

with this

intense desire

–

and wanton lust

–

I long for

something

anything

that can put out

–

this

fire

–

but I never

know what

it is I ache

for

–

3/6/00

pik

©Patti Keno

2000 Poetry the longing hand

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control

by pattikeno

Ah! to crumble me

to break me down in pieces

as I stand before you

begging for freedom

what joy can be found

in watching me fall

–

Ah! to shatter me

to shard me into pieces

and watch in pure joy

as I glitter to the floor

in front of you

what rush can be found

in watching me

writhe on the ground

at your feet

–

what joy

what utter joy

can be derived

from crushing me

with your look

you laugh as you watch me

flinch away from your hand

as you raise it

to touch your face

–

Ah! to destroy me

to completely disintegrate me

as I stand before you

begging for your love

your approval

–

what pleasure can be found there

what power can be derived

from making me fall

from watching me fall

down to worship at your feet

–

Ah! to bleed me

to bleed me completely dry

–

I hate the control you have over me

12/06/01

pik

©Patti Keno

2001 Poetry

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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