A buzzing. A whooshing pressure.
My body is here but where am I?
Deep inside my head
The empty seat in front of me comes back into focus
I dreamt a lacquered coffin
Now I see one
People I should know milling about
Exiled from the family, I keep a respectful distance
This poses a semantic problem for people:
“I’m sorry for… your loss?” Their loss? The loss?
I can’t process this strange mix of emotions
So I stay deep inside my head
And wait for my body to walk away
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
What shall I do, while I slowly wait to die?
Make a time-lapse movie of my withering decrepitude?
Tell a thousand jokes on Twitter that people will scroll past in their own journey toward death?
In trying to create meaning out of no meaning
We come up with some really strange, elaborate and often internally inconsistent ideas
All of which are designed to distract us from the mirror.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
I used to think that you were my home
Without you where would I be?
Not home
Not home
Not home
Not home
Not home
But now I know that I can be home with me
I’m home
I’m home
I’m home
I’m home
I’m home
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
Be the change you wish to see in the world
Be the change you wish to see
Be the change you wish
Be the change
Be
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
Sometimes people get erased
You can see the smudges of where they used to be
But they’re not on the current page with you
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
Home is where my heart is.
But I can’t find my heart.
I’ve spent my whole life in-between
In-between generations
In-between cultures
In-between relationships
In-between homes
If I found my heart, I could dwell there, at home
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
Happy, decaying blobs of quickly putrefying rot
painfully isolated water droplets seeking and fearing merger
self-aware matter freaked out by the obvious
poets
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC