i am nothing,
less than nothing
I am the empty space
where something should have been
wallowing in my own self pity
I am becoming less distinct
soon, even I won’t be able to recall
who I was, what I held dear
or if I ever was, at all

Cross eyed raspberries
a signal for truce

he's breathing my air!
as I hyperventilated

but she never suffocated
so I figure she was wrong

her air was her air
even if she didn't know it

It was still fun trying
picking on her was great sport

fighting with my sister
was a hobby for me

being the only boy gave me advantage
I was never the one blamed

and if I acted hurt
she always got in trouble

it wasn't really fair
but she was bigger than me

I loved relentless picking
but when we each had had enough

cross eyed raspberries is what we blew
a signal for truce

And unto themselves kept they
who were inclined not to mindless conversation
but when in full acquisition of their faculties
tended towards economy of words.
for bothersome it became
to such as they
that when drivel was about them
a tempest of thought would confound them
being accustomed, as they were
to voicing only that
which was necessary

when matters of great import
were upon them
heart to heart did they speak
not of tongue and mouth
but of heart and soul
through mind and thought
would they commune

meetings
going on forever
always talking
never acting
usually getting in the way
if not outright obstructing
progress is made in spite of them
rank and file almost always
saving their *****
management
gotta love em
not

unconsummated love,
insistent yet unquenched.
there is a bitter sweetness
that is at once wonderful and
discouraging,
connected as we are
by the stuff thoughts are made of.
touching hearts that remain solitary,
fleeting yet substantial, sometimes
it is more real than reality.
holding on too tight, I loosen
my grip to find...
everything and nothing.

Mother In Law has a huge collection of dolls (creeps me out)

Those dolls,
always watching me
with their beedy little eyes
following me where ever I go
they are in every room
I can't get away from them
they sit there with smug looks
those dolls
always watching me
creeps me out
I swear I saw one turn its head
why does she have this infernal collection
I think she is out to get me
I am quite sure of it
she even has a pair of them in the guest bath
sitting there drinking tea
both of them strategically placed
so they can watch me
always watching me
those dolls
creeps me out

the life sized ones are bad enough
but she has dozens of little ones
every time i visit my mother-in-law
they are someplace else
and yet, I have never seen her move them
does she even know they moved?
they follow me
and not just with their eyes
they follow me
room to room
place to place
and they all smile
oh you can't always see it
but I can tell
I am not paranoid
I am quite sure they are out to get me
they talk amongst themselves
i swear I have heard murmers when alone
I can't stand being alone in that house
the constant rustling
she must hear it
why can't she hear it
I am not crazy
I can't be crazy
can I

sometimes
when alone
i think one of them tries to talk to me
it is on the edges of consciousness but it is there
just barely audible
i cant believe no one else hears it
shhhh
what was that
did you hear it
tell me you heard it
i am not crazy
I can't be crazy
can i
those dolls
always watching me
creeps me out