Its not your romance that so frightens the deepest of my corridor.
Its what is upstairs,
In my mind
The stuff that has gathered dust,
That’s been shoved to and locked away in a corner.
Some mover left it there,
And there it sat,
Not knowing if it would have the lid opened in the future,
To reveal the contents inside.
So, perhaps I’ll shift my thoughts,
Move on to some new terrain.
Think with my thoughts being a completely separate entity of my own mind.
Escape my imagination.
Is it possible to escape one’s imagination?
Or would that just lead to further withdrawal.
******
You ask me what I want.
I guess it makes me nervous,
Uneasy.
I “Should Have” pinpointed that by now,
Huh?!
What if I haven’t?
The thought remains there.
There are a lot of what if’s
Chasing me around
Blowing like daffodils,
One seed in every direction.
You’re willing to go there with me
Aren’t you?
You know.
And how you know is beyond me.
But know you do.
Know that once my thoughts have been spread
Throughout the whole land
When I am but the green stalk that still stands *****,
No matter how shaken to and fro by the winds of my time.
You know.
Daffodils just grow more sunshiny yellows don’t they?!

The she-devil that rides my soul
Her putrid breath stinging my nostrils
Her decaying teeth gnawing my flesh
Her ragged nails clawing at my heart
ripping my life to shreds.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

Oh baby I can tell
You've got that self destructive
Streak in you

You like to drink hard liquor
Without any chasers
Smoke too many cigarettes
And dip if you're offered
You'll try any drug
At least once
But marijuana and Molly
Are your favorites.

Staying sober isn't on your agenda
Because when you're intoxicated
Life is a blur, a movie

Your tumblr is littered
With too skinny girls
Who you wished you looked like
And pictures of
******* **** and *****
Are every other repost
And inbetween them are soft little
Poems about being alone
Or being in love

And you've never felt so empty

You must begin early
while it is cool and your head clear
discernment, a sharpened tine
probing the rocky darkness
for all things latent and destructive.

Be aware that the velvet sage
of the leaves belies their power
to take over every space, remember
roots burrow deep, anchoring in
fissures we don’t even know exist.

You must delve as close
to the origin as possible
or the **** you think eradicated
will bide its time, germinating
in the still secret ground

waiting for light
to penetrate the moist earth
waking the sprout
who voraciously pushes up and out
a curled blemish

in your otherwise carefully tended garden.

And one day he said to me
*Do not be fearful when I leave
Do not hide, and do not weep
We shall meet every night- in your dreams.