I have an image in my head
As unlikely as that may be
Of a Spike in love with Jelly
Splitting it at the seams
But the Jelly doesn’t mind
As the Spike rusts and chips
There’s always room to be made
And loves the Spike to bits
I see that image
Even in my dreams
It looks like me and you
And it makes me want to scream
Nov 20, 2023
Nov 20, 2023 at 6:21 PM UTC
The faucets in Lisbeth's bathroom leak.
She soaks up the saltwater;
Hard cotton on shea butter skin.
A lens, everyone, no one, Lisbeth
Shines fluorescence on her starving sorrow;
Examines the gnawing.
She wonders how long she can survive on her own flesh.
Does not ask for food, but for advice.
How do the rest of us do it?
Subsist on ****** thumbs and bitten tongues?
Lisbeth, we start within.
There is a black hole growing in my gut,
Born of the desperation and repression I have harbored
Since the day I broke into this world, ****** and ravenous.
The devouring is slow,
But, one day, it will swallow me whole.
They will bury me in the weeds of an abandonded corn field.
And my hunger will slowly eat the world too.
Because I was starved.
Because I was not loved.
Lisbeth, you are hungry.
Let me feed you.
I will love you.
Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 6:52 PM UTC
It was me, not you.
It wasn't the right time.
I was still getting over my last poem.
We can still be friends,
but when I say friends,
know what I mean is friendly.
Know that I won't save your seat at my table.
They are all taken by my books
my clothes
my love for another.
But when I say friends,
also know that, years later,
when the pain that first brought you to me
is as distant and hazy
as the smoke from my first bridge burned,
I'll smile when I see you;
Note how the core of you is unchanged.
Even with your new look,
your melody rings the same.
Dec 5, 2022
Dec 5, 2022 at 6:15 PM UTC
The clouds are reaching for the earth
Longing for embrace
Making the air sweet and dense;
A blanket as we lay
Tomorrow, we will wake to fog
Walk in love
Till the sun brings the mourning
And burns it all away
Dec 1, 2022
Dec 1, 2022 at 6:01 PM UTC
I'm trying this thing
Where I soothe my constrictor instincts,
Don't cling so tight.
But I learned life in extremes.
Only consume in excess
Or not at all.
How do I temper this,
Portion out my love,
When I'm so
*******
Hungry?
Nov 28, 2022
Nov 28, 2022 at 4:14 AM UTC
The white expanse is
Stifling in its liminality
Limitless in its containment
There is no here or where
Before or after
Just now
Just this endlessly eternal instant
Jun 3, 2022
Jun 3, 2022 at 10:21 PM UTC
Chester the jester,
My favorite guard!
Stuck in his twenties, but
Twice over the hill,
Recalls peace-time war stories,
While taking his pills.
Tells me all his tall tales
Up ‘till wife number one
And the other loves that failed.
This is how abuse looks:
Elderly, jovial
Shirt tucked and boots shined,
Rare catches of
Old scratches on new glasses,
Liver spots and laughing lines.
Glassy eyes blinking away
Dust from antique memories;
Sepia-toned ponderings,
Less like days of summer
More depression-era dust bowl;
The ever-hope for May.
Chester the Jester,
Old of bone
Young of heart,
Keeps the laughter going
To smooth your broken parts.
Jun 1, 2022
Jun 1, 2022 at 5:17 PM UTC
Grandmother used to tell me tales
Of same-feathered birds seeking each other,
But the crows I know
Prefer the company of sparrows
Blackbirds and Magpies tend to bond
Into yin-yang twins of neutrality
And sharp-toothed Hawks
Run with soothing Owls,
Both aware of Sheep and Wolves.
May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022 at 6:01 PM UTC
I have a tendency toward impulsive sincerity,
followed by an embarrassment I can't quite shake.
Nakedness does not become me;
Shame follows this vulnerability.
An abused dog
hunching and cowering
to hide my insecurity,
odd curves, and pitted angles.
May 30, 2022
May 30, 2022 at 7:41 PM UTC
I have lived eons in twenty minutes,
felt the creaking
of my bones growing,
growing,
growing weary,
crumbling to gritty dust
only to be born again.
To live, die, serve
behind this counter.
Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 3:40 PM UTC