poemc?

The keen sense of the abused

stage a survival.

Hollowing moments that echo

breed in the tapping

silences of your smell.

poemb

It's turtles all the way down--

To mind's end

or a place too small to exist.

Carrying the world upon its back.

And universes bubble forth

as from a cauldron:

Into Rapid expansion

at the release of energy;

(a sigh or a laugh)

escaping unexpected in all its form.

*Is there an easy way to indent (by using the spacebar, and not only the tab? I hate that it's always such a chore to make a poem look like it's supposed to.

poema

The preliminary examinations show severe blunt force
trauma to the head. The assailant
likely struck multiple times
before sitting down to have another drink.

Things had not gone as he planned.
Frustrated, he struggled for an
outlet. Something to be defeated.
A sense of control.

poem

The texture of thought

gnawing inside of my cheek.

Burying a hole my tongue can look

through; or uncovering an entrance:

salamanders lurk in full disclosure,

wagging tails like tongues.

Song of the soft pulp

of long-fallen trees,

in my hands

crumble.