Stirring the brew,
Breathing the fog,
Cooking tomorrow,
With a great deal of slog.
Boiling and poaching
A raw, shellless existence.
Percolating my prospects,
With erratic persistence.
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 8:30 PM UTC
Talking,
The walls have no ears.
Smiling, winking, flirting, kicking
Only my silhouette peers.
Screaming,
No heart to shed no tears.
So, talking to myself,
I have been for years.
Jun 25, 2021
Jun 25, 2021 at 12:42 PM UTC
Wall one for my pictures.
Wall two for my words.
Wall three for my structure.
Wall four for my hoards.
Wall one for my times.
Wall two for my space.
Wall three for my dimes.
Wall four for my pace.
Wall one is falling.
Wall two coming loose.
Wall three is squalling.
Wall four for my noose.
Jun 25, 2021
Jun 25, 2021 at 12:41 PM UTC
Early morning,
Late night.
Morning,
Late, late night.
Noonish,
Early, early morning.
Evening,
Morning.
Sleeping circles.
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 2:24 PM UTC
Black and white tomb.
Anamorphic face.
Indistinct frame.
Abandoned my womb.
Quit without a trace.
Leaving me in shame
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC
My **** is lacking juvenescence.
Outsourcing hormones,
Injecting youth.
Youth comes with puberty.
Reliving puberty,
In a mean body,
With a middle age mind.
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 6:50 PM UTC
I feel my petals drop,
Slowly on the ground.
Leaving voids, emptiness.
Leaving me undone.
Bare.
Barren.
Unsound.
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 11:56 PM UTC
The bottom seems deeper today, darker, wider, more consuming.
The bottom feels eerier tonight, scarier, heavier, more looming.
Yet somehow there's a familiarity.
Have spent so long here, it's some kind of home.
The phantoms and demons keep me company.
But is it better than being alone?
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 2:42 PM UTC
The pit is damp, the air compressed.
The walls too steep, my mind possessed.
No wind, no movement, not a breath.
Just thoughts and visions, smell of death.
I look up, the sky is black.
I once was out, but now I'm back.
Outside the pit, on outer ground.
Though on parole, my soul was bound.
The thoughts, the visions came with me.
Inner, outer, never free. Never free. Never free.
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 2:41 PM UTC
One on the shelf,
Above the bed.
On the mantle,
Near the bread
Box, in the corner,
Of the kitchen top.
In the bathroom,
Next to the soap.
One more is my bookmark.
Another with the spoons.
Surrounded by my imperfections,
Mornings, nights, and noons.
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 1:52 PM UTC