Selfdestruction Poems
Bridge over Perdition
by Ben Quinn
I stand on a bridge overlooking Perdition
I built this bridge with my own miserable spackle.
A terrible concoction of my own hand.
I lean over the banister-
There is no banister.
Falling.
Falling for an indeterminable and instantaneous epoch
I’m plunged into writhing, rope-burned extremities.
They poke and prod.
......
The Flood
by Emma Hernandez
It was sunny
When the flood came
And ripped the old wallpaper
And it revealed
Forgotten names
They sigh; “we can’t escape her”
I worried at first
That all the destruction
......
Bridge over Perdition
by Ben Quinn
I stand on a bridge overlooking Perdition
I built this bridge with my own miserable spackle.
A terrible concoction of my own hand.
I lean over the banister-
There is no banister.
Falling.
Falling for an indeterminable and instantaneous epoch
I’m plunged into writhing, rope-burned extremities.
They poke and prod.
......
The Flood
by Emma Hernandez
It was sunny
When the flood came
And ripped the old wallpaper
And it revealed
Forgotten names
They sigh; “we can’t escape her”
I worried at first
That all the destruction
......
