THIS HERE IS MINE.

this here is mine.

this space.

this poem.

scrawled line by

shivering line

it belongs to me.

this sandbox

wherein i am god.

i am good.

i am holy.

safe from missile.

safe from drone.

this here is sanctuary.

amnesty.

my space in the attic

of a bigger god’s poem.

come the day

they come and take

my house

my home

my street

my grass

my water

my daughters

the tombstone

on my grave.

the day they come

to take it all

they will not know

but still

still like a frozen heart

this here is mine.
COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2016

THE DISTANCE

some watch it
walk off into the distance
and each second

the fade removes
the pain you’d feel
for most of us

but some of us
can never forget
what walked away

some of us
bite the same cigarette
for the magic

so quickly
we can pull close to us
that thing

that thing
that we had forgotten why
we let it get away

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2016