does balance
even exist
fly high higher
blind bliss
but gravity calls
and always
you fall
- you
cry & scream
why me why me
?
no one wants to hear
it still you
scream
- stand up you
say
silently begging hours
away go away
i just want to be
- okay.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC
leaves falling
make their way
through trees
- fading suns
grown red -
burn green no longer
branches shedding spring
reach up now
proud sculptures
emerge
First Prometheus
show us with what strength
you defy the world
that would strip you bare
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC
“What Love there is
in dark!”
,exclaimed the wind.
“What Peace is there
in night!”
,cried the ground.
“What Safety there is
in silence!”
,the faucet dripped.
While
the man, with -
white knuckle grip,
hugged his covers
round.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
i feel my father as silence
always standing
ahead of me
never
turning around
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
Lie still little rabbit
your hummingbird heart
holds you
saying
it’s okay -
it’s okay -
it’s okay -
you lie still.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
why be great
when you can
be mediocre
celebrate your birthdays
drunk
a cake your step-mother
baked for you
Betty Crocker
add eggs & water
while the good die young
find a stray dog
bring him into your meagre
home
week-to-week
while unknown numbers
ring ring
atone
learn to sleep alone
write alone
seasons and calendar gods
numbers
bones
turn away
smile alone
share with a stranger
arch-angel of one
forgive yourself
play the lottery
(if you like)
lose and lose
ache and ache
embrace
come undone
out of gas
miles from home
a few more steps
grown
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC
that unending
grip
stomach
throat
that everything can be taken
away
the day
you pegged the
cottontail with
your
22-rifle
unaware
until
short breaths
between
eyes dart
quick and eternal
riding the edge of the
moments
death waits behind
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC
when the
air stands still
overhead
- stale in 112 -
nothing happening
everywhere a
stand-still like
a bright room
all the cockroaches already
ran out of
the unchallenged fluorescence
freakish & bizarre
riding rascal scooters
holding in
your breath only seems natural offensive to
stir
a sea of death
living and dying
are often paired
up
living condemned by optimists
proudly dying "is living"
cherish instead
those bold cynics
above
such rationalization
content to push death
as
far
from
living
as means make available
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
always-too-cold-metal-handle
the refrigerator door
opens with an elastic jolt
never easy
always excessive
violence pressed deep
into squeezed palm
whether you go:
slow or fast;
never easy
whether:
anticipation ****
and rip through
resistance;
or tear slow with quiet tenderness
pops
this can't help but leave you
a savage.
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
Bukowski
you poor tortured soul
you saw the truth
that life must be simply
endured
the woman doesn't call
the neighbor dies
patience
have a smoke
wait for the settling of things
in the bottom of your
whiskey glass
given enough time
we're all dead
let it sink into you
the worms and the dirt
stretching between the hands of a clock
eternity and oblivion
turn on the tv and shut it off again
let boredom arrest you
breathing on your neck
the moments between you
and the last woman
you had
felt and unfelt
another will be along for you
or you will be dead
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC