Below are the all-time best Dylan Catalano poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members
I see no numbers
hers is the only figure
she's my addition
Lived amongst the dead
Then decided to join them
Magazine ads and newspaper obituaries
skitter across the streets
like tumbleweed in the desert.
Rims the size of carriage wheels roll by.
Everyone's holsters are filled,
even the children carry pistols.
The schools are ghost towns
but the saloons stay occupied.
This is the Wild, Wild West.
A tiny, concrete-covered sphere,
floating in an infinity of nothing,
thinking it’s something.
Her quivering breath
Is like five shots of whiskey --
Veins are just highways.
Transit for blood from the heart.
I rise from my bed,
body aching and cracking.
They say I'm too young to feel this way.
But I do.
They are unaware of the jabs and low blows
that life has thrown at me.
I tell myself as I limp over to the coffee pot.
I chug a cup and gain my composure
before hearing the words, "round 6918"
and the ding of the bell.
I walk out of my apartment swinging,
hoping to hit a sweet spot.
(6918 is the number of days I've been alive.)
The clock always reads 3 in the morn
at least that's how it seems
stuck on a time forlorn
granting all but sweet dreams
while the solemn moon gleams
I am nothing more
Than a simple blade of grass --
Walked on and wilting.
The end of the world —
I will see you all in hell.
May I rest in peace.