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My addictions
chip away at this careful façade,
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Systematically antisocial,
I ignore the phone when it rings
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The stroke of nine
and I sit and wait,
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Another night spent
In a lifetime
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Watching a tiny cut
on my knee bleed
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She laughed
and said not to take it
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Witness my meltdowns
in digital cable
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After the earthquake of my day
has settled into cracks and fissures,
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Little soldiers
all in a line
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The noise nullifies
all the environmental nonsense
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Under lock down,
within a self imposed prison
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I bend my will to
circumvent a life
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monochromatic days
s p r e a d
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Severed tongues
do not prevail
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My immortal beloved,
a starry eyed sky to share
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I spent a summer
in a place
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A puzzle piece
in a broken box
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Such small bonus measures of time
spent wrapped in universal acceptance
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Moments drip by
and I am ever humbled
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Steam beads on my slick face
and the thoughts
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The noise in my head distracts me,
drowning out the conversations
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Daisies and razor blades.
Dandelions and barbed wire.
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Dislocate me from this place.
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A screaming symphony
of shrill phones
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I wonder -
how it felt to see me
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My memories
of a childhood wrapped
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Scraps of notes
clutched in sweaty hands
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Draping the mirrors
behind her eyes is
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Apple juice or orange juice?
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Dress yourself
in brightly flavored hues
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The rain begins again splitting the sky
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Sitting a stone’s throw from death,
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Poetry written in the nude
is no more honest than any other.
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Days such as this make it easier
to fight against time.
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All the days of my life
I have wanted to experience
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A quiet Saturday morning gives way to thoughts of miracles awaiting
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Tiny hands of tender innocence
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In a room in the silence of my mind,
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The bones of my poetry
support this failing nervous system
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Speaking softly,
I remind myself of the past
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So used to running
that when I fell down in exhaustion,
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Lonely,
while heavy drops of
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The nights seem so drastic,
l o n g in their intensity and
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The lyrical lines of a hymn
replay in my head in a constant loop.
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Wrap me in archaic inertia.
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