The world looks better
when it’s not looking back.
a photo doesn’t ask you
to pay rent
or get sober.

it just sits there
pretty
quiet--
crooked
honest in a way life never is

Thy eyes
they lie.
the camera doesn’t.
it just
clicks.

It Just captures !

Oh, her raven hair tied with a white scrunchie
how it shimmered like night around the
  moon.
I longed to weave
wild daisies & cherry bloom
Thru her touch
thro' those strands, soft as love letter
  never sent.

Then perhaps my dream
  like a mad, golden butterfly
would flit, dance and burn on those blossoms
  brief, bright & utterly hers.

A curse
Spelled in black magic
Leaking, evermore.

ufff

Grief floods
Lament gushes
Not blood.

Lesion //Leak
Forever.

A lament—
mine pleasure?
A flower—
mine happiness?
They bloomed
with quiet splendor.

Yeah I plucked mine joy
for myself—
& left the stem hurting.
Does Lament now bloom in them?

Ahhh,
my beautiful Delph.

You're in the mirror of my dreams
But I'm Eyeless to every hint.
You're wise, strong & kind
I miss you
This silence pierces me.

Perishable & torn
Thy soft skin bears deep cuts.

I wipe my tears
I run to see you one final time
But how can I bear the sight:
Bleeding, exposed & lifeless
Thy powerless form.

Born bare
&
Die bare
With cuts.

Seek to understand the humanity
within those differing views—
along the road of visions
a highway, potholed, dusty, muddy
& infinite.
  Psychologically
grub along like a hitchhiker
on the road of Visions!
  where visions & perceptions
reshape the path to wisdom.

~~
Hitcher on the road
hitcher on the road—
of visions.

I wanna stop.
I don’t wanna stop—
at the same time.

Somebody stop me
Somebody drag me
from this whirlpool of glass & shame.

Somebody stop me
Somebody stop me—
from going blind,
eyeless, bound in chains.

Somebody stop me
from slipping in vain.

Oh, my f~cked-up soul—
my drunk, derailed brain.