Nic Custer Poems
|2.||Spitting A Deluge||11/25/2007|
|4.||Break Trust In Case Of Commitment||11/25/2007|
|5.||Earth Bound Love Poem||11/25/2007|
|7.||Piano Key Rib Cage||11/25/2007|
|8.||Hungry Streets And House Arrested Development||11/25/2007|
|9.||Your Vinyl Tounge||4/8/2008|
|10.||Lumbering Aspirations And Steel-Driven Dreams||4/8/2008|
|12.||Withdrawing From Sleep||3/30/2008|
|13.||Happiness Is A Warm Spoon||3/30/2008|
|16.||All Writers Are Haunted||4/8/2008|
Comments about Nic Custer
It seems I've been lying.
I didn't grow up on the streets.
I didn't struggle with the choice
of a gun in my hand or a bullet in my chest.
I have never shot heroin
into collapsed veins in my neck
and never sold my soul for coke.
I wasn't born with a silver spoon
but it wasn't wooden either.
Closer to lead really,
just right for poisoning the spirit.
I have never been homeless by necessity,
although by choice is another issue.
I have never been incarcerated, unless
you count the lockdown in my mind.
I have never slit my wrists because
mommy and ...
Earth Bound Love Poem
Cumulo nimbus bangs
and storm clouds curling
long and dark.
That try to hide the sun bursts of your smile,
blinding with enamal rays
and beaming warm light towards
my black holed surface.
With a pull rivialing gravitational,