Tag: Steve Gerstung

Inorganic by Steve Gerstung

We’ve met here before. I remember the skin I wore at the time Stored in my closet Along with the husk of words you assured promised our future

Refrigerator Art by Steve Gerstung

You stoop and scramble picking up pieces of myself   scattered on the floor refrigerator magnets of words and phrases you live to assemble telling you what you want to hear lifeless, silent arranged neatly thoughtlessly in a dissintegration of meaning.

Holding Pattern by Steve Gerstung

My open palm continues your lifeline etched forever on my skin I scrub to erase how you’ve bore into me how I carry you. My hand reaches to clasp a future carrying the scar of things past a neon sign    lights flickering  …