I’m feeling vacant
Reacting slightly
Rebooting nightly
Dusting my soft-furnished ache
My false replacement
Will keep the lights on
But when the flight’s gone
There’s still this freeze on my plate
Drained relaxation
Buffs out the corners
Streets full of mourners
Head full of nothing but void
No graduation
From sight to warning
And in the mourning
Those thoughts I need to avoid
Those days are over
I thank the skies, dear
I’ll cry my eyes clear
And scream my passages dry
Then breathing slower
--without surrender
I might remember
If I give it a try
Calm the fighter
Warm the freezer
Still the flighter
Sleep the pleaser
Turn the lights down
Slight the caution
Pause the countdown
Tension soften
Those days are over
Now breathing slower
I might remember
If I give it a try
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 4:06 AM UTC
Rise mechanically
Coffee on remote
Shower on autopilot
Clothes off the hanger
Robotic, automatic, self-regulating
this step followed by, this step,
followed by socks from the basket,
followed by shoes…
followed by shoes…
Shoes confuse me
Thoughts refuse me
Treasonous reason subdues
and unglues me
a very quiet, gentle,
near imperceptible
whisper reminds me
reminds me
my mind is missing today
Follow mild mental flailing
Figurative fingers stretched
Desperate to touch
a single
psychogenic
helper
Panic is AWOL
Concern is out
Plans are
diffused,
light dust-sprinkled
hayfever clouds
fingertips brush cotton wool
fluffy
emotionless
safe
followed by shoes…
my mind is missing today
It’s packed away carefully
Flight case held
Exacting custom cushioning
Every machine head
perfectly cradled
red velour
cupped, not gripped
waiting for later
Sparing me
the aching, grating,
clawing, sickening…
sparing me
just for now
a tiny,
fluffy brain break
to take it easy on myself
until I’m ready
to find my shoes.
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 9:32 PM UTC
My heart broke quietly
A little tear
A split lip sting
Distraction kept it small
Emails, phone calls,
Minor tasks
But it opened in the remembering,
reconsidering, reevaluating
Reliving
Yawned too wide in the retelling
rewording, recasting
Redrafting
Scarred over in the reframing,
organising, tidying
Filing
So, no one
can hurt me
exactly
in that way
again
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 9:25 PM UTC
Hour hand
Sits smug
Pointing
Upright
Move done
Now wait
Always first
Never late
Just a
very slight
stop start
twitch that
calls its
taller pair
Come to me
Nearly there
Grab that
cold, hard
metal with
both hands
Strong clasp
Arms straight
Heavy hang
Use your weight
Stop the
hand be
-fore the
top and
Double bells
Tolling twelve
Lets you know
Time is up
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 9:20 PM UTC
Perfect morning scene
Full quality of light
Fruit tree flowers flush
So very pink against
A sky so very blue
Honey jasmine air
Star petals frosty white
Burning bottle brush
with scarlet flames not quenched
by glinting candy dew
*Leaves drink up the sun
See all the clocks
In all the trees
Sense shifting balance favour
less the nighttme, more the day
Triumphant feeling flows
The equinox
In quiet passing
Led to colours loudly telling
that the light will have its way*
Impossible despair
When nature shines like this
Warming every part
From gloomy winter shade
To hibernating cheer
A message penned in glow
Unable to resist
Thaws the chilly heart
Where sprouting joy is made
And bliss is running clear
*Less the nighttime, more the day
The light will have its way*
Now spring is here
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC
No springtime up north
Just parched or drenched
When air hangs heavy
A proud parade of
showy seasons in Melbourne
But all in one day
Mild or baking here
Short showers, cars stay *****
Water-ration dry
Not the equinox
Nor the midsummer solstice
Nor the longest night
Astronomical markers
Masked by floods and powdered dust
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 4:39 AM UTC
Round and baby smooth
Before the heavy lessons
Now more gold than globe
Earned geography
Topography in bruises
Ridged in blue and black
Fault lines and canyons
Shining yellow Kevlar-filled
Stronger in the cracks
But this recent dent
is a gut-aching crater
that wobbled my world
So, I wait for healing gold
And grow stronger from repair
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 3:01 AM UTC
Place complacent
Goal adjacent
Stationary travel
Looking forward
Tracking outward
Soothing inward
Riding grounded
Freshing breathing
Pace increasing
Mind obeying
Ease emerging
Every sneaker orbit
an antidote
Every heavy leg revolution
spreading lulling
warm calm
Every pushing movement
a granted request
for stillness
May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 12:57 AM UTC
Empty wine glass
Stale pizza
Cold naked toes
Sun left me lightless
Fridge is road-trip distance
Further to the sock drawer
Light switch is moons away
Remote earns its name
Where is my alacrity,
my willingness,
my zeal?
I’ve misplaced all my fervour,
ardour,
gusto,
warmth,
and spark
My promptness
and avidity
are now in
blue lividity
No relish,
bright celerity,
or genial rapidity
Just me
and stale pizza
--lamenting
Gone too soon
My lost sparkle
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 4:14 AM UTC
Tucked in kindness
Setting controlled burns
from a safe distance
Fairy floss floating
Unloading old cargo
without second thoughts
Warm juice weather
Opening windows
to let out odd heat
Yesterday was
hot tear-smudged eyeliner
over-picked nails
and stress-blanched thoughts
Today is
cool bruise-soothing gel packs
light hugging cardigan
and summer blanket rest
Hidden in gentleness
Departing hurts
replaced by lovely scars
Tucked in kindness
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 4:49 AM UTC