Meet me in the middle.
At the room full of sorrow
In the centre of my heart.
Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
Beyond the last town
Just past the lost hills
Over the scorched earth
And through that wandering ravine
I’ll meet you on the seashore
Where we laughed once before
Tuesday’s riddle was about the tide
Tuesday’s song: an ebb and a flow
It made me remember
That which I never forget
It reminded me of a rendez-vous
Where all our dust is swept
The skies are icy fire
There’s a chill deep inside
Pounding drums command the soundscape
With many a flash overhead
Tonight’s maneuver warfare
Under this hostile flesh
I saw the strangest thing
On my journey through the storm
When I came upon a people
They were measuring the distance
Between the east and west
It’s them that are insane
Where is the place
The place where I’m not alone
Where is the Holy City
Where I can drop these bones
I’m not here to stay
I’ll meet you on the seashore
Under calm skies again
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 4:16 PM UTC
My soul bleeds each night into the poems
When I can’t sleep and everything is silent
Except for the space where I live behind my eyes.
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC
Radiated an aura of life,
Now I die again and again.
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC
For every answer that I come upon today
There’s another ten questions branching off of it by tomorrow.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 6:18 PM UTC
Batten down the hatches
And ask for more overtime
Cause it’s gonna be another
Credit card Christmas.
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 6:17 PM UTC
Keep notes on your phone
To remind you of who you are.
Because in the age of relevance and relativism
You’ll wake up
And be erased.
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
You don’t need to varnish morals:
They already come complete.
So take off the moral veneer:
There’s humility underneath.
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
The phone rings,
Or rather vibrates,
As I stir my instant coffee
Because my Keurig is broken
And I haven’t gotten around to replacing it.
The lady on the other end
Of the call
Says she’s with the bank.
She’s selling identity theft protection subscriptions.
I listen to her
Explain
What that is
With mild excitement growing in my stomach;
Not with regards to the
Subscription,
But over the
Tones and intonations —
The way she breathes:
Softly,
Warmly,
Unconsciously.
I let her run with it,
Feigning curiosity at first.
A question here,
There,
To really get her going.
I wonder when she was last ******
She asks to verify my name,
Address.
She mentions a credit score package
(Ooh la la)
That will provide me with insight as to whether my identity has ever been
Stolen.
(This call
Is getting steamy)
She tells me that in order to receive the package I need to confirm my enrolment in the subscription.
‘What?
Could you repeat that?’
I can feel it
Tickling,
Licking,
My soul,
As I sip my ****** instant coffee.
I tell her
That I absolutely won’t enrol,
That I refuse,
But that she should be a voice actor
Or that if she was a voice option for Siri
I would surely select her.
She doesn’t have a response,
Choosing to wish me a good evening instead,
And to thank me on behalf of her employer.
‘No,
Thank you dear.
Call this number whenever you like.
I don’t want your talents to go unappreciated by other customers
Who I’m sure are all swines.’
Click.
I stare at the ended call
And fantasize about your voice,
And when you were last ******
Too bad the coffee is ****
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
Head bob
Side step
There’s venom
In my hollow gaze
Finger pop
Break the scene
Hair hangs low
My spirit’s lifted high
Baby your hands are shaking
Rest easy
I promise
Mine won’t
Baby you’re blushing
Calm down
I won’t crack
My ice is thick
I used to want to
Blow my ******* brains out
Now I don’t have a ****
To want
They ask
How much it cost
Everything
I say everything
And now I’ve finally got
Got clarity
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 4:30 PM UTC