the muse apprentice guild
--expanding the canon into the 21st century




FOUR WORKS
BY KATRINA PINKNEY

ESCAPE

Time with you is agony, defeat.
Eating candy when tooth decayed.
Losing rent to narcotics way,
Eating dirt with foot on face,
Losing child to your violent days,

I'm the lucky one.

A kiss here, a kiss there,
Hold hands after you aborted our kid.
A kick to the belly broke my ribs,
Yet, killed his,
How do you forgive yourself?

That smile so… crooked,
Demented, yet tender.
That look / so… angry,
Eyes bulge / veins pop,
Hands tremble / footsteps rumble,
Walls shake.

Painted pictures of me and you
Sit above a fist
Bedroom, bed, door, my head visits this.

Footsteps splash,
I run -- but not far.
Look behind to see hand
Pull trigger on gun.

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UNTITLED

confidence deflated
disseminated amongst crowd
looking down
around
to see
unfamiliar faces.

stage in focus
walking up steps
stomach churns
palms sweat
I regret.

looking at paper
in a timid voice, I read,
"I feel as if…"
then I see,

in the crowd,
a girl stands
violet turtleneck/ stonewashed jeans/ hair pulled back
face like me,
eyes, locked on me.
 
dumbfounded,
I read.
finish speech successfully,
my confidence had emerged,
replica of me.

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UNKNOWN DESTINATION

Running,
Running
On this fiery night
Sky black with hellish red and fiery orange streaks
I run through deep, deep sand
As soft and warm as velvet
It caresses my bare feet,
Crushes beneath my toes.

Running,
Running
On this fiery night
Feet leaves tracks on sand
As legs relax, collapse on sand
Angelic moon grabs my hand
    Pulls me towards destination.

Running,
                    Running
On this fiery night
                                                     A neon sign sits in sight
                                                                Arrow points at flashing light
                                                                   As reassuring stars illuminate a path,
                                                                          Saviors at work, confirmation at hand.

Running,
Running
On this fiery night
Step on runway, board a flight
Passengers weak with death in their eyes.
Expressionless faces
Whimper, some cry
Voices whisper, "I've made it."

Had I?

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IMAGINE

Imagine,
a bird that flies as high as planes,
feathered plane that grabs the moon,
childhood dream that will come true.

Imagine,
thousands of miles in sky
feeling rumble
not of hunger, yet of flight.

Imagine,
screaming alone,
fright rattles bones,
mind forgets what should be done.

Imagine,
nothing can be done
holding hands
think of husband, only son.

Imagine,
shuttle in half
shatters grasp,
losing soul
gripping hand.

Imagine,
fireball for face
skin peels
drips from bones.

Imagine,
shuttle,
dream disintegrates.