Three days to a week.
Twice a month or skip a month.
Day Two and I hurt.

some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they'll find me there.
it's Cherub, they'll say, and
they pour wine down my throat
rub my chest
sprinkle me with oils.
then, I'll rise with a roar,
rant, rage -
curse them and the universe
as I send them scattering over the
lawn.
I'll feel much better,
sit down to toast and eggs,
hum a little tune,
suddenly become as lovable as a
pink
overfed whale.
some people never go crazy.
what truly horrible lives
they must lead.

465

I heard a Fly buzz—when I died—
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air—
Between the Heaves of Storm—

The Eyes around—had wrung them dry—
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset—when the King
Be witnessed—in the Room—

I willed my Keepsakes—Signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable—and then it was
There interposed a Fly—

With Blue—uncertain stumbling Buzz—
Between the light—and me—
And then the Windows failed—and then
I could not see to see—

Forget the birds
Forget about doves
Forget about the things
That make you feel
any kind of love

Love poems are great in number
Rather than contributing, though,
I'll take a nice
long
slumber

I want to write about
more worldly things
Stuff that boggles the mind,
Perplexity it brings
Something that makes
you think I'm the best
poet of my time
Day and night,
I'll keep writing these lines
But
**** it,
I'm done this time

Some people like to wish on candles
Placed carefully on frosted cakes
marked with the words "Happy Birthday"
but how happy can a birthday be
if you are making wishes to ask for more?  
For Father to come home and bring a treat
for mother to stop crying and get out of bed
but you know that dad isn't coming back
and mom hasn't been the same since he left

Some people like to wish on stars
streaking across the universe
most likely about to hit earth
and to completely destroy something.
what a shame, it's so beautiful
and it holds all our deepest secrets
so why must it crash and take our dreams with them?

You may
Whisper lies
But
The truth
Shines along
Colour changing
Patterns
Of your
Irises
Eviscerated
For me
To see.
Observing you
Observing me.

FOLLOW your life stream and the timeline stops
the ball is dropped and one slips to the other side
life not ending just changing into multiple worlds
skip time and go to the timeless
the shift moves and tugs
you are in the mindless moments of eternity
your life is born again
life doesn't die it is timeless
follow the stream to the reality
the realty of life is all powerful when accepted
beautiful in its limitless perfection
you are a miracle of life and you are timeless
perfect limitless you...


KT Feb20 2014