I’m holding a quiet revolution in my heart
At times it seems unlikely to ever start

What’s in yours then, fair reader?
Have you struck always true
And remembered the face of you fathers?

All the love in my soul
Will never be enough to keep the power on

So I cash in dreams for WiFi
Kids need Netflix

How have you defiled your hope?
****** on your dreams?

Let’s cozy next to this keyboard
And blast out cries for help

Maybe someone else will put their dreams aside
Take the time to put all we desire
Right in our laps.
Sure.

Sleep like when quiet
Monopolized your ears
Except maybe a ting
An occasional ting
Of a wind chime

Sleep like when diligence
Granted you rest
From your day of completions
You were so thorough and
Always on time

Sleep safe
With the noises and clatter
Of all you hold dear
Knowing they are close

Sleep like when exhaustion
Squeezed the last lucid bit out
Made you pay for your excess
With a punishment
Kinder than most

Sleep with innocence
Not only in the night
But when dust swims across
The warm, thick daylight

Sleep in transit
While the bright yellow dash
Unzips dark highways
And your warm forehead
Bounces on the cold window

Sleep like the way
It takes me now
Lords over all
You ever become

funny to think I have been so caLm and together
amidst the greater untogetherness of my life
the laughing audience in my head cackling
at the laughable audience following my cracking

if it were set in sides of a scale
I'd be afeared to watch it balance

mayhap some creature of diRe
would erupt in a tangle of talons

that's what I'm afraid of after all,
that I am the pungent void that consumes
the eyes that glide low in the grass
and rise up with hate and ******
the teeth that bite with unclenching malevolence
bite biTe BITE YOUR WEAK ******* FLESH
AND SNAP YOUR WORTHLESS PILE OF BONES
SNAP
SNAP
SNAP
CRACKLE
CRACK
DON'T
YOU
EVER
COME
BaCK

HURt YOuR neGLiGeNT sOULs wITH thE PaIN
yOu alloWed to hIM to iNFLict On me...

but dEath still coils a leaf slowly to the ground
even for such thiNgs

Frozen sunlight still trees
Dandelion fuzz and yard bits
In the slow breeze

Time to think comfort to know
Calm disease of wonder
Caught in limbo

I've been the wind
I've been the leaf
Eternally switching
With no relief

Some fear the end
I feel stopping is resolute

I wait patiently for you
To lay me gently on the ground

We look to the stars
But those slow burners watch us -
Pops of fiery life
Blasting in and out of the night
Like fireflies in their venerable eyes

I used to fancy myself worthy of bulletproof skin
I wanted to be a super hero
Impress my friends.

Although not completely devoid of good intention
My ultimate need was next to zero
Just for pretend.

I thought it unfair at the moment
Not to be powered
By such a skill.

Until I read on the internet
About some cowards’
Attempt to ****

I was thankful my power
Had not been devoured
For whim of comic book trends

For in the vale were Swat runs
The ultimate bully was stunned
By a heroine with bulletproof skin.

Avoiding sleep like the peas on a plate
Good for you, sure
But a felonious taste

Swirls of fluttering images
Like dreams take flight on nightingale's wings
This bird is caught in a cage
Its movements are mad

In it something animates
A message
The message
The reason I escape

Dreams before have been my gift
Now they blacken my teeth
Rotten, rotten

Yesterday,                  
     A man called me a poet

And in return, behind his eyes,
     I twitched a little,
          knowing smile
In regards to:  
If only he knew how insignificant poetry is and
How small a figment it makes me to be a poet

But then the clouds
     then the clouds
     then the clouds today
Hustled by unnamed

And I suppose

I suppose it was explained...

The crowd will think it grace
But I can hear the wind assaulting my ears
I can feel the strain in my fingers
The skin is worn from holding on

My body twists and tucks
The crowd will think it a feat
I'm just surviving the threat
Of constant gravity
Just routine

I barely notice the effort anymore
They will label my instincts majesty
I'm just trying to stay up
Having felt the bottom
I no longer believe in the net

She says I'm beautiful
Flawless
But I would scrape off my perfect face
To see the truth of her

The truth that she gives her ugly man
That she does ugly things with
When she thinks my pretty eyes
Are distracted by her gorgeous lies

I miss when it was just us
I wonder if it ever was
How many ugly men does it take
To fill in the ever-empty space

I'm sorry I can't be everything
I'm sorry I'm no good at ugly
I wish I meant more to you
I wish that beauty earned your truth

And your ugly things
Known to me all the while
Will be punished justly
With a pretty smile

what a wonderful heap of molecules
.i love every quark of you
and how you culminate my thought
,as if the wind stolen from my lungs
was decoded into something
greater than I can breathe

I just want to go 200 on the interstate
and see if the world still wants me

My skill is wasted on slowness
Underappreciated and mistaken for arrogance

Behind the wheel I am confirmed
Decisions here are not the customs of monotony

But a nuanced puzzle of physics
I am a navigator in an ocean of outcomes

The engine is roaring with me
We were made for exploding

¢orruptable truth skips town when you walk in the (collection of spaces)

my false is my found is my autocorrected ****

not in a classic sense but explicitavely explosive

while the long mannequin arm-hand of death pretends not to reach for us
let's laugh away the notion of forever;
as this speedy life-of-grins and touches-buzzing and buzzing-looks-of-life
will have our necks broken before the sunrise

Meaning was the rabbit you were chasing
Some dark hole later you'll wonder
With wide eyes and empty hands
Was there
Ever a hare?
Gleaming in its shiny new casing
One sharp pole waiting to plunder
This idea tempts every man
There was
Therefore I am.