Dry Hunger

Rain...

pounding,

pounding,

pounding;

Running rampantly on the ground.

Scattering in every direction.

No purpose.

No goal.

Only steadily

falling,

crawling,

sprawling...

to the ground.

Whetting the soil's appetite

to end its raving,

craving,

enslaving...

dry hunger.

Jessica Kish - 12/3/90

Drifting Along

As I feel the creak of my sanity in my weary bones

I feel listless, lethargic and languid

I hunger for what little I can hold onto

Or of what little remains of my being

I can almost touch reality; or is that a fallacy?

Are we made to believe we are part of the norm?

I struggle with these aimless, inane thoughts

As I tread water barely keeping afloat

Am I drowning in self-pity or just drifting along?

Or am I just as thoroughly confused as the rest.

Jessica Kish - 1/22/97

Haiku for Summer

Green eyes, sun-kissed hair
Sassy, stylish, full of flair
Lil’ ray of sunshine

Outside In

You were always there, just masked beneath the surface
Once reawakened, the feelings I thought forgotten reemerged.
On the verge of falling...for what once could have been.
Can it be again?
Traces of smooth caresses over bare, warm skin,
Fire is ignited and explodes from within.
Is this thrusting ahead or going in circles
To only go back to where you begin?
Or, just the beginning of the seed once planted
That has now grown to display and reveal its true splendor,
Disclosing its delicate, velvety petals; exposing its inside.
You can see it is not afraid to be vulnerable
Because it shines and radiates from the outside in.

Jessica Kish - 3/14/00

Lava Flow

Seething as he is breathing laboriously

Spittle forms on the outer edge of his mouth and lips

As the hateful and embittered words flow freely

From within the bowels of his gut and being.

The faucet has been turned on; the handle is broken

As the words just keep freely flowing...

Overflowing and spilling out of his mouth and onto the floor.

He tries to hold back, but its too late to stop the ghastly lava like flow

Once he has finished erupting, he feels remorse, but it is too late

The damage has now been done and the lava has turned to stone.

Jessica Kish - 6/12/2000