so many sounds left
unsaid, passing
ground we might
have made common, those
throwaway thoughts,
little wildflower patches
in our dirt bed brains
these days words won't
grow, roots won't take
me far away,
you find
me a wisp
on the wind off
to rockier nouns
I always meant to be a petal
attached and mushy,
gripping stem and
bearing yield instead
I am caught in air currents
and bird beaks
whistling where I go
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 11:37 PM UTC
THE DOCTORS SAY
HE'S NOT NEARLY
A MANIC ENOUGH
TO BE BIPOLAR
BUT THEY FEEL
HE'S NOT BEEN
ALTOGETHER PLAIN SPEAKING
STILL DIAGNOSED WITH
SEVERE DEPRESSION AND
A SCHIZOID PERSONALITY
HE ALWAYS THOUGHT
HIM NO ONE
OR LIKE GOD
TELL DEATH I
STOLE HIS OLD
MASK OF HIM
TELL LIFE HE'S
NOT NEARLY BRAVE
ENOUGH TO MAKE
THE SUFFERING END
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC
I've been around
The sun
Twenty-two times
Life's not fun
But Death's one
Long line
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
Neuroscience is here. Now,
as you read through the piece,
whatever year may be,
consider the poetry
in my child's ignorance
and make beliefs.
It's as if every connection snapped
when my brain said goodbye.
Daily, nightly doses of elsewhere;
wherever the great wave takes me.
Are there new channels I could frequent
to cross the dementias divide
of our biologies?
Shall we grow into Earth
to be songs of gods
and plunder of sinners?
In entropy's defense,
I am not their age of warrior;
I am not this kind of *human;
sabotaging evolution is not my game.
Of drones,
these thoughtless Things,
they've not this network;
these tendrils sapients have made,
They snap when we sleep.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC
Too few things
Remind me that I'm human:
Yelling lines of poetry,
begging meaning
out of chaos,
finding structure
in the other.
I find my self crossed
Ready to turn
Out all right
Here I starved
For a world I could shine
Brighter than
I did not see
The beacon between you
And I
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
To calibrate my rest
I relinquish
where my trauma begins
Unwrap the deadened padding
and speak softly
I grow and wilt
With the season
Causality and forces
at will
Life is movement
I am never settled
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 7:23 PM UTC
I am a person
Trying to write
A letter:
I am just coming to terms
With being
A person
I rebel identity
I've other places
To be
Or not to be a solution
To the question mark
Which birthed us
Can you blame
This mechanism
Of biology
I was born
To play
Defense
And spend myself
Looking up
At the stars
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
I'm lost in the organization
of a word
tendrils and curvature
and perfect lines, perfect
connections, and unbalanced
connotations
I'm lost
in debilitated thought
and the building of a sentence
each rung faulty frail fractured
all vocabulary considered
complete choice
and complete regret
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
I must re-mind myself
I've this lousy concept
Of time
Will this tear ever feel
Like yesterday's paper
Will her face shoot me
Forward through space
Like wormholes
Getting us
Where we need to be
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
Just
listen to me
you collector of the universe
you choser
of this finality
You have only seen the light
****** into those black holes of yours
It is okay to close your eyes
I will sing you love poems
and good vibrations
I will tell you of endless hourglass
and words that count:
we both need rest
let the lock turn in your tummy
let the mind play its necessariness
there will always be waves crashing
somewhere, you feel it
life is a splash
splayed in the past
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC