do you honestly believe
that just because she has
those infamous violin hips
that gives you any right
to play her?

you’ll be in for a
rude awakening
when you finally realize
no sweet harmony will
come from her

you will not hold her
by her delicate neck
and drag your worn bow
across her thin, ****** strings
as if she was the first, or last
orchestra instrument of yours

do not forget about
deep viola, and intuitive cello
do not mock mighty trumpet and jazzy sax
with your tenuous conductor’s wand
you are no master of a spectacular concerto.

go away Amadeus, you’ve lost your mind
if you can sit down comfortably
and think you won’t have to pay for
defacing every instrument in this precious ensemble
you once had.
-11/13/17 c.m.

Trapped in this floating glass mountain of a box
Unable to see out despite a thousand eyes
This is insanity
This my broken reality
Light shrieking as they streak across the sky
The screaming voices whisper
A life lived only in the light is not a life
My shadow hates me I hear him plotting
Always watching and following
I’m running chased by a lie that tells a truth i do not with to hear
I pass the door again and again but I cannot leave
The sheep languished blue trains suffer
Windows books dogs hands run
Take sharpness filling soda cans
This is insanity

As I think my thoughts get crazy,
And the clouds roll over the sky in my mind.
My dreams will get hazy,
Deep and undefined.

I cry my tears of sorrow,
I bleed my blood of shame.
My voice is laced with fear,
Lurking, creeping in my brain.

I don't know what I'm thinking,
Or the path I took to get that far.
My musing becomes quite,
A broken string on a guitar.

Just a little off,
And never sounds quite right.
Strange and rather lonely,
Like a solo wolf chorus at night.

Shivers down my spine,
At the thought of my own insanity
How could I think that thinking
Could be such a thoughtful calamity?

I can't hold it back, they're too loud to bear...
"If it's all in your head, then why even care?"
They scream every word, every day, every night...
"If that's really true, why do you seem alright?"
It's all just a show, to escape from the pain...
"But what purpose would it serve, what would you gain?"
It muffles the sounds that terrorize my dreams,
And hope that one day I can quiet the screams...

—Salty oceans
of tragedy and memory
roll waves that pick and
toss you about,
like sand and shingle

And down-tread all
who saw these things,
these

Cedar-gripping hands and waving eyes,
strike above due caution, once you drank
and receded to sock-grey humour
to hide these things

And down-tread all
who saw these things,
these

Chippings were distracting. But I am just one,
here and now. So I always wondered,
When the others disappeared to—

Darkness
And pain
In my mind
They reign
My life is just a stain
On a cosmic napkin
Celestial garbage
So to speak
And my knees?
Well every day
They seem a little more weak
Every night
Life gets a little more bleak
How can we survive?
Pull up a chair
And have a seat
Let me tell you a story
About the meek
For its we
Who have the power
To change......