james marx - poetry

what I write is fiction, what you read in it is the truth.

 

poetry

haiku

short stories

about

 

Blood and Guts

 

Blood and guts, brains and bones,

Skin and flesh, veins and nails,

The human condition, captured

In eight words or less.

 

Sex and sweet, cloth and cleavage,

Cigars and whiskey, boots and brawn,

Senseless senses, experiences

Of Man and Miss.

 

Smoke and soot, steel and tar,

Broken bones, blood on brains,

Senseless conditions, but

The experiences human.

 

Screams and shouts forever echoing,

Bleeding out, the ground,

Staining flesh and sand, needlessly

Repeating endlessly.

 

 

copyright JD Marx 2012