I want the air around me torn to shreds

and me barely left alive

clinging to the fragments

Can you make it louder?

Can you make it sound like hellfire

and laughter in the dark?

in the face of death?

Can you make it so I forget my name

and drift along in tearing shadows

with no hope of reassembly?

If you can, you can have me

or what’s left of me

torn into a thousand pieces

and every last one of them

meant for you

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If you want to hear poetry from some Denver poets you can find episodes of my show, The Poets, over at thepoets.co

Cheers!

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