I just want to let her sleep.
Let her rest
so she can reemerge a warrior against
the gilded masochism
and misogyny
of the office.
so her perfect vessel combats the encroaching infection
and she can breathe deep and strong
and snort in the lifeblood
of the dawn.
so she can see despite our return to dust
there is yet so much
and she must live in ecstasy
of the moment.
so she can reap the reward of a long deserved slumber
and lose the swollen circles and pains of defeat
and shake the anxieties
of her heart.
Let her rest
so she can come alive.
Let her rest
so she can come back.
Just,
let her sleep.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 10:18 PM UTC
1
A seed grows in my Heart.
(no more than a summer melon’s)
Black, brilliant, roots
crack veneer shell and sprout
propagate
deep into the marrow of my very life.
Tender flesh juicing red,
Replace my sinew!
Take what once fueled the industry of vanity,
the fell machinery of your demise,
the coffee life,
the algorithmania,
the I deserve,
the trite Insta-filter,
the like and friend and tag and share
And cast it aside!—as you once were!—
And make me the vessel of your deliverance
And teach me again
to see you
to breathe you
to feel you
to love you
So that I may redeem some future, some place
where my son can pull the blade from his stone before it is sent to quarry.
2
How I long for you!
For air!
For sun!
For solitude!
For green!
For radiance!
For decay!
For life!
For rot!
For fungus!
For bark!
For sap!
For dirt!
For some well-wish,
some clue,
that we haven’t dug too hastily
with spite and ego and industry and greed.
3
Henry! Let me in your house!
Show me to fish and to bake your bread!
Walt! Chant for me!
Sow me a path with your electric melody!
(you understand my dilemma, boy of the city and soul of the Earth)
Allen! I cry to you!
Put your sunflower in my eyes
And wipe away my tears through dusty gray.
Arthur,
It may never once was, yet let the future be.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
I was visited again by Death.
Not the hooded creature, but a shadow of my own cadence
slid across the cortex of my mind
the place
where the rational man falls to the unceasing siege of the animal,
where every edge of every plane of time thrusts itself and
interrupts our daydreams to inter seeds
of fear
of frustration
of hope
of anger
of things gone
of things we wish
of things we want
of
things we dare never speak aloud.
It (I) brought to me (myself) no vision of my own demise,
no recycled image from film or phone or fable. It brought worse:
My own house.
My own floor.
My own back
hunched.
My own legs
crossed.
My own head
bowed.
My own shoulders
heaving.
My own arms
flaccid.
My own lap
heavy.
My own son
Limp.
Brown curls on a blue forehead in a peaceful, lifeless rest.
A pietà.
---
I fade away as I appeared, and revive. A searing kiss on both eyes.
Brown curls on a pink forehead in a peaceful, mid-meal grin.
A Cheerio.
---
Wake up!
Wake up! Arise! Look out!
and See
and Be
and Grasp
the Goodness of All around You.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 10:42 AM UTC
Are we Frodo or are we Sam?
We’re been there and back and
find ourselves unfound
groundless
Stuck
in an unknown cog on a wheel we don’t know is turning.
Robert’s misread roads
rise to our feet yet
is the choice that simple? Is it that binary?
We are no longer binary.
We are not a yes or no, a black or white:
a party of two.
How can we choose?
we can’t
So we sit?
We sit. We wait. We emit and pray, ponder and vibrate.
We wait.
We wait.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
In the third grade,
my teacher scolded me for pretending my pen
was a rocketship.
well, ha ha!
I wasn't supposed to be using pen.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
Why must your "art" always come from despair?
Recognize all the feelings as energy, and
give yourself the time and kindness to convert negativity and moaning into
a celebration of experience.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
As I wince through plucking each silver strand of hair,
I see a brown companion accompany it.
Do not spend your vitality futilely trying to recapture what is already past.
Instead, embrace the ebbs of flows of time.
If you don't, you'll simply end up aching and bald.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
Do not render yourself inert because of damages, harms, and "brokenness."
Instead, embrace your human condition, and believe in your own capacity to impart compassion.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
Despite how it feels, take notice of the myriad reminders
you are not the center of existence.
Like Galileo, fight for the understanding that there is much more than you.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
Approach existence with humor,
especially in turmoil, frustration, and disappointment.
A smile and grin will keep the last laugh off you.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC