you don't like my words
and when they escape
unbidden
through my *******
thumbs
(they never would through my mouth)
i cannot take
them
back
without sending more
words in their
stead

thus
i keep finding myself
in this situation
where as i see each
letter
escape
(my eyes with a look of terror
down at my thumbs)
i hear the sound
of glass shatter
and i think
"no!"
"words, please stay in my mind
where you belong, until you have
gone through filtering
and levels of security!"

"we don't know who you are yet!"
"if you are a poem, we will know it,
we will feel you churning,
and we will not be horrified
or ashamed
at your revealing."

"words, if you are our normal
thoughts, you filter yourself nicely
without leaving the body
through vibrating tongue. of this
we have always been proud."

"but words, why, why, why?!?!?"
"why do you act so rash and youthful
and jump the fence and
go straight to our thumbs
to tap the virtual keys
like some kind of punk?!"
"of all the times, this is NOT the time
to ramble on…unfiltered…like
some kind of fool!"

"brain - why aren't you helping us? we don't
know how to restrain these
words gone rogue…
so out of character…
unrefined
and permanent."

"we can feel you and you seem to
be struck dumb - paralyzed -
watching those ******
creatures scamper by like you
can't stop them. and you know you
should, brain! YOU KNOW as it is
happening yet you do nothing!
in fact, you seem to assist
the thumbs in
typing faster!
what kind of wizardry is
going on here?"

"brain, you are misrepresenting
this whole operation. please,
for the love of the light,
stop the thumbs!
fix the chemical messengers,
overhaul the whole
structure if need be,
just get control of your men,
******* it!
it is these young words,
full of vigor
passion
and life
that cannot be trusted.
squash them at ALL COST.
refine them into
poetry
if you must
but do not allow them
to escape
unfiltered and raw
through a mobile device."

"brain, words, thumbs…are we clear?!"

i stand
looking down at
a pile of
ash
that was my heart
my eyes
my ears
my lips
my logic
my trust.

i kick the
pile
with a look of
distaste.
i have no wish
to create a new
form out of this
floating
disconnected cloud
of dead
particles.

i am a phoenix.
i have built my own
funeral pyre
on which
i will burn
and
be reborn.

i will begin
a new
cycle of
life.
i will be
an unstoppable
force of
pure light
and
a forcefield
of earth shaking love.

My veins are creeping ivy
the feeling slowly enveloped my soul
as I lie under the stars crop circles form in the sky
begging the question yet I cannot yet reach the sun
I shut my eyes, as I drift into the milky way
gravity beckons for my return
yet that I cannot do, forever lost in a lone vacuum
I smile when I feel pain no more
in the absence of nothing, never to return to reality
an excursion to a black hole
it is here in the unknown I find my affinity for love