Pocket Full of Sand

By: S. DiSparti

What are you waiting for? You

Who stares blankly into that wide-

Eyed glass that you know

So well, yet can’t tell if he

Sees you or not…

Or maybe.

Knows the dark that swirls,

Curls about your foggy

Eyes, he does not ever

Remember how or why.

He watches you spit,

Spill, and shit time and

Time again. A  mis-

Fit that squanders the day

Away bit, by bit, by bit,

It dwindles.  He stares

Far into you and pulls

All that you ever were,

‘Ver are and ever will be.

He is repulsed and pleased.

Seized raw and ugly,

Laughing with a frown

Down his face.  He cries

Wide with a smile.

You see the stranger transfixed

Betwixt the mirror and you.

Is it you?  Was it you?

You can’t say.  Glutt’nous,

Gutless each and every

Way.  He holds narcissus

In a glass, drinking deeply

The sweet nectar of our past.

You peel back the drooping flap

Of wrinkled sin upon your brow,

Blowing the dust of memories.

Memories that would’ve been,

That should’ve been,

That could’ve been.

They scatter, shatter-

Ing pieces upon the floor, fad-

Ing as the evanescent

Wind carries a pocket

Full of sand.


Our Eyes


S. DiSparti

I saw you across the room

unfettered by the world.

Your form swaying in the boughs

Of an unforgiving ‘ale.

Your head tilted back, amused

As laughter spilled down your throat.


I saw him across the room,

His arm coiled about you

Like an ugly snake squeezing

The life out of its hapless prey.

I saw those worm-like fingers

Slither over the warm earth

Of your body, now spoiled

And rotting in the soil.


I saw the red behind my eyes

Flare, setting my cheeks afire.

They burned with malice that threatened

To seize the flames disheartened.


I saw the way he looked at you,

Lust-filled, lecherous, and lewd;

Sans the love I carry for you.

His slavering tongue slow-

Ly lashing behind his fanged teeth

Like a feral caged beast.


My eyes drifted down the limpid

Waters that shaped the contours

Of your body that hinted

That it wanted to be devoured.


He saw my eyes glazed with lust,

And a storm began to blow the dust

Upon his furrowed brow.

A fire spewed from his lips

As it struck me to the ground.


The thunder slowly died

But the clouds still remained

As he took you away from me,

I saw the sadness in our eyes

Hide in shame.

Miss Miseria


She slithers down into the depths of my bones

Ugly and beautiful

A pleasure I can’t avoid, yet can’t resist

She beats the unsteady wings of my heart

Lovely and terrible

Is the affection I always miss

The whisper of life so fleeting an exhalation

With a single breath drawn

I count how many I have left in my lungs

Where death’s rotting talons tear out my memories

One by one they’re gone

And all that’s left is her, so numbing so strong

She is pain, I fight to keep,

Fight to keep, fight to keep

A little longer…