An onomatopoeia
From another time,
And yet metastasized into this age
Of silent computation—
Faster than thought.
Seamless auditory stimulation
Permeates;
Many cannot go without a soundtrack
In which to willfully drown.
Click...whirrr...
Another ubiquitous day dawns;
The moon falls and the sun rises
And the bright little creature
Emerges from the darkness
To end the oblivion,
To replace,
To put an end to the silent pain.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 5:54 PM UTC
Doggy paddle isn't swimming,
It's "active drowning."
The little pieces of information
Learned in the conference room of a YMCA,
Preparation to carry a red tube
And sit in a chair, observing;
To preside over age extremes
Swimming to and fro.
I sit in my chair
Carefully keeping track
As people come in and out of the room.
Someone comes up to me;
I stand up, shake their hand,
And maintain eye contact just as I was taught.
They walk away, leaving me to sink
Deeper and deeper into this chair.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
It's been twenty minutes
And I haven't seen his eyes.
He blew his nose twice,
Sneezed once.
One time,
I saw him eat—
That was days ago, though.
His fingers tip-tap
On the click-clacking keys,
Hands moving faster
Than the greatest gunfighter.
He would never have
The patience or desire
To duel me, however.
I can't decide which I want:
To smash his face into the keyboard
Or to wrap him in fraternal embrace
Until he remembers he is human;
So I just sit motionless on the couch,
Guiltier than he.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 12:37 AM UTC
I dread the sunrise each morning.
Even darkness,
My oldest friend,
Abandons me each day
To fend for myself
In the world, naked, exposed,
Alone and unprepared.
They reach out to me,
A warm,
Welcoming embrace,
Tentacles licking at my stiff heart strings,
Striking up a tune
More melancholy than a funeral dirge.
I can't help but to fall into a trance;
They whirl me around
And I easily keep step
With their back-and-forth dance,
Slipping and sliding
On angry tears mixed with mucus.
Finally, I've had enough of the dance...
I push away the monsters,
Hurling sticks and stones
And laughing coldly, unfeelingly
As they hiss in surprised pain;
Tentacles recoil.
And I retreat back to my hole.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 12:25 AM UTC
The subtle whishing
Of flowing gasoline
Sets the mood;
An ugly, teal-colored,
German-engineered insect
Rolls up to the pump
Alongside mine.
I note the empty car seat
Cramped in the back
As she steps out,
Her balayage-curls swishing
As she flashes me
A cursory,
Carefree smile.
Grinning stupidly back,
My eyes gloss over;
Déjà vu grips me and
I search my memory
For her face—
The insect scuttles off;
My tank is full.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
A lone plastic bag
Of unknown, mysterious origin,
Now floats, heaven-bound.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
Once again, lying in bed,
The day's events
Flowing through my head
Like a movie
I don't want to see.
The dreams come and go.
I push them aside,
Each time wishing they would return;
They don't, of course.
Why would they?
I see her eyes—
His eyes—
Their eyes,
Painted on the back of my eyelids
Like graffiti on the silver screen.
Covers pulled over my head
Only serve to catch the vapor of my breath;
The click-clacking of a beast in the hall,
The quiet tick-tocking of a distant clock
Still permeate.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC
i had a dream
the other night,
which was strange, since
i hadn't had a
comprehensible night-musing
for the longest time...
a baby bird
steps out onto a branch,
full of anxiety,
then falls to meet
it's demise.
a mother clutches her child
close to her heart
as the oxygen masks
fall from the sky.
a ****** pulls at the cord
repeatedly,
but to no avail.
a dolphin struggles
desperately to escape the net, choking slowly.
i plummet toward crag and surf.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 6:59 PM UTC
I start to back into a spot,
Then they drive in front or behind, rushing
Somewhere; those people are the worst.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
I hope you know,
I don’t blame you
For the pain you bring.
One does not blame
Alcohol for alcoholism,
One blames the alcoholic;
One could not claim
Heroine causes addiction,
As it is the addict
Who becomes addicted;
Likewise, it would be unfair
To point the finger
At the beloved,
For it is the lover
Who chooses to love.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 4:27 PM UTC