Camille Briski Poems
|4.||I Didn'T Sleep Last Night||11/2/2011|
|5.||How About That?||11/2/2011|
|15.||Some Time Late At Night||11/2/2011|
Comments about Camille Briski
Ghost of expression
where did you go?
Did you leave when ignored
in your own goddamn home?
Post of exemption
we slaughter our sheep
and in the night we go over our actions and sleep.
The prey is left to kill
The heart is left to chill
Our insides rot and spill
And we wait for our fears to be filled.
Boast of Intention
and loudly my dear.
The world is curious
and ruthless with years.
and he put on his red-striped tie.
and he grabbed his worn brown wallet
and he headed to work
where he shuffled papers
because that's what he liked to do
once, only once
he concerned himself with grandiose matters
but then he remembered he had work in the morning
and that's what he liked to do.