#disorientation
These wings were meant for air
This concrete scrapes my soul
Soft light, I lose my focus
I think I'm looking up
But I can't tell anymore
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 7:54 AM UTC
fumbled with tittering fears
i woke early
opened in the red light room
my child’s room red by his voice
lit like emergency in a nuclear submarine
and submerged by an allegiance of dreams
open the curtain and it's tarnished cold
first cold autumn play of light bites back
that otherly world
pray mother take over
begin my day
and i'll drop
my unnecessary churn
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 8:40 PM UTC
and the bus doors open just the same
every day is beautiful in its own way
with rain and bows and sunlight shoots
a flick book show as she puts down roots
riding through a magic land, unicorn mane in her hands
with the glitter of another day shining on her skin
stirring cinnamon porridge in the window seat
every syllable uniform, pressed and neat
shiny black shoes upon her feet
and the bus doors open just the same
every day a crisp fresh new page
with colour splashes dropping all around
a crescendo of new sights and sounds
dancing through the middle of a dream
with the taste of satisfaction on her tongue
stepping the same cracks in her cigarette break
the lines on her face begin to ache
she's wondering if she's really awake
and the bus doors open just the same
every night is a shadow of the night before
with thought puzzles building the road back home
the tripping rhythm of another poem
riding the track mindlessly
as her nostrils fill with the same stale stench
in her own time she's all lost at sea
boiling up for another cup of tea
she's so sick of her own company
and the bus doors open just the same
And tomorrow will be beautiful in its own way
and the bus doors open just the same.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
I bit the sun
And it tasted like tinfoil
Every shadow has eyes now
And they all blink out of sync
My name doesn’t fit right in my mouth
It writhes
Too many teeth
I watch the wallpaper breathe
And pretend it isn’t speaking
But it is
It always is
You said “calm down”
Like I wasn’t already holding the ceiling in place
With a splintered jaw and
A scream I forgot how to aim
I pour milk over static
Call it breakfast
Swallow whole days
The clocks tick sideways
The floor sighs
Everything feels staged
But no one gave me lines
I clap when the lights flicker
Just in case it’s the end
Or the beginning
Hard to tell
My hands aren’t mine anymore
They just follow the hum
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC
sprawling in the wet dregs
i fumble who you are
threatening me with animal
"you jag you jag you jag-you-are-you-are-you-are"
laughing like unpleasantry laughing with obscene
calling on the meat of madness
(absurdity of this scene )
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 9:33 AM UTC
Falling
This notion of the ground slipping away
Circumstances make people become-
Different
Hardens them somehow
Emotion takes its toll,
Wears you out,
Tires you
If you hurt long enough-
It’s easier to be hollow
Trust me
Falling
When you can’t remember which way is up-
Things like being more
Or is it less?
Of, well anything
Don’t seem to matter
Solid ground
Like cold, wet, cement after the rain
Something real to latch onto
To stop the dizzying spiral
Something
Someone
To ground you
Remind you who you are
To bring you back
From the dead
Or is it ******
Knowing the breadcrumbs are there
To lead me back
Is how I know
I’ll survive the fall
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC