Sitting on the edge of reality
I sip my cup of tea
And observe humanity

Give me that ****** healing,
The type that takes me to the ceiling,
The type that leaves me hot and chilling,
The type that makes me want this feeling.

Give me that ****** healing,
Early in the morning, noon or evening,
Your *** leaves me with a tingling,
It's sweeter than any spice or seasoning.

I’d give you that ****** healing,
I'll make you want more when you see me
I'd **** your brains out like I mean it.
The end of this would be the beginning.

Paper tongues on the blacktops surface

Canary bulbs falling from skeletal branches

Individual sunrises growing in constellation patches

Sweetened breath blowing around our heads

Golden nests being towed along slowly

Crystal mirrors dotting the surface of peaceful windows

Frigid blankets stiffing early morning grasses

Quiet night
no folly food
Just solitude ;
a chill scares up the hairs on my bare arm

Self-Examination
Check your vitals

Snap the Nitrile
Up to the elbow

we're gonna stretch and
pull the protector down.

Play an Avant-garde film
no sound, but

I noticed
you spoke it

credits were rolling'
down your cheek

nothing certain but death and taxes
left handed laughing' laxatives
In the coffee of mothers
Who pump out politicians.

This year You scavenged for Christmas
a life worth living
by killing intuition

stash it
in an Easter basket
in silicone lashes

push the ashes together
then burn the mattress
That's the sand.

through fingers, you make a fist
3rd grade principal

pulled you from detention
In a stretcher

white royal flush in the trenches
You fought to be human
all you needed was
a breath of attention

who said you could end it
win it, prescription of tribulations

from whatever God you'd scavenge for Christmas
he put you through it

all the abuses
habits

black and white canvas
silent obscuring angles

You're more than mannequin

who prayed for this madness
who pays for the therapist
If you even have it
who kept you out of church
And into church basements
writes the book of curses
force fed sedative

Says he went to college.
His Suit is stained in coffee
Yet you're the burden with the vices?

The film is over
the light flickers darkness
we sit in the coffin

smoking' and screaming'
blood is flowing, but there's

no fire
we're just speaking'

what happens after 3AM
witching hour that one scene

when the camera angle was
blurry.

it spoke to me
said self examination can't be

latex
you gotta s
nitrile

they're cut resistant
cover five fingers

not just one appendage.
Blue hands protect you

more than a stranger
so button your blanket

take down the black curtains
sun was always shining,

closed it
to blurry our focus

could take our Macguyver theater
wallpaper canvas stretching

hit us in the temple
like a parshah

finished another session
the blessing of human language

the messenger
malakh, without expectation

we fumble to understand
Scalpel in hand,

ventricle in tact
we're just holding' a feather pen
stick our hands in the past

take a look in the mirror
And write it all down.

https://soundcloud.com/nicholas-coulombe/self-examination

Helpless I was not
Never shall I make the mistake
Of leaning on a shoulder
To keep me sane

When I met you
There was no definitive sign
No gut feeling
Whispering “Him... him!”

It was just you and I
A couple of strangers standing
Exchanging names and numbers
A simple coffee run

I know it’s the way it should be
There doesn’t always have to be
A fairytale signal
A wordless “fate” whistled by wind

Things for us
Are calm and wonderful
Just two souls making the best
Of time so cherished
/Simplicity!/

Something has began to chill
As if we were holding still.
Waiting, as we watched who would fall
And pray they weren’t among us all.

Another sunbeam, lost along the way
Remembering, long gone summer days
When the world was calmer
Everything sounded clear
But now your words keep falling
Ever further from my ears

Another sunbeam, lost along the way
lost to the elements, that pull like tidal waves
eroding further
Now the chaos reigns
Lost amid its shadow
Til its slowly pulled away

Do you think you'll look back at this moment in the same way
Since its not so disimilar
Since it sparked that particular memory

No