#prnart
warm winds
come and tickle at
my frozen skin
a taste of what
might be
a vision
of salvation
if they could
only
see
would they not
storm and howl
and lift me
out
help me fly
though all this
doubt
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 7:38 PM UTC
Follow the colored lines
down the corridors
one by one
they diverge
abrupt right angles
a sharp turn
into acute psychiatry
a long gentle curve
into imagery
we've seen before
we've been here before
this time is different
and the same
old places
and brand new
parallel worlds
perpendicular paths
follow the lines
of this
Kafkaesque
supercollider
hurtling us down the halls
through the partitions
particles collide
and time stands still
which path do we follow
to bring us back
to the beginning
a whole universe
of possibilities
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 9:34 AM UTC
free fall
but then
nothing is free
just because I
cannot grasp
doesn't mean
I don't
hold on
the insistence
of a grip
lost
what
you and I
were
and what
we
will be
not freely
but bound
and entangled
we collide
and seperate
in flight
stuck
in tense
we plummet
together
and fall apart
an eternity
of the moment
bracing
for imminent
impact
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
What are we
looking for
Lost voyeurs
Scrolling thru
Each other's lives
At breakneck speeds
Time traveling
From Not present
To inaccessible
An unconscious collective
Our departures marked
By blue screen glare
And a vacant stare
Intelligent phone
Intransigence drones
The United State of
Learned helplessness
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 6:54 AM UTC
withdrawal
is not an easy thing
my affliction
my addiction
how does it fare
for you
locked doors
secure floors
you can be safe
if you could only learn
how not
to be
you
my support
meets retort
access
affection
all denied
Of course I care
we’ve both been there
i empathize
with your view
while mine
goes black
for what I lack
the oxygen
i call
you
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 10:39 AM UTC
Don’t go back
And try to compare
Then with now
To superimpose
26 onto 46
A faulty logic
The past will not
Heal the future
The future
Cannot corrupt
The past
What was
Or what will be
Are concepts
To which you owe
No fealty
In the kingdom of now
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC
1:11 AM
Hiding in
A cake
Riding out
The terror
Basking in this light
Blind me to it all
Capture all my fears
Envelope me
My temerity
Save what’s left
The few words
That struggle
To be free
Of the
Terror
That is
Me
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 7:28 AM UTC
Monochromatic monotony
An absence of color
I fade
And fall back to
The familiar
Unknowingly
Is it comfort
Or complacency
To find myself altogether
Alone
Staring at the sea
A life spent
Bottling feelings
So that I might stay
Afloat
Has left me but a vessel
With neither heart nor note
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 4:46 AM UTC
at 4 A.M.
you do these things
they become habit
eating in the middle of the night
waking up as routine
contemplating your plight
contemplation
of you
what you do
in the middle of the night
is that really you
or a symptom
or side effect
did you choose the road here
or is it a neurological pathway
a chemical imbalance
a plaque to your horror
at 4A.M.
contemplating
taking things apart
or are they
taking
apart
you
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
writers block
sooner or later
it happens
to all of us
a story ends
without
an ending
words fall
having no where
to go
they will do
no harm
nor will they
do any good
let’s speak of it no more
ghost in machine
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 7:30 PM UTC
I am what was given
and what was taken away
what was joyously received
and unceremoniously discarded
I am trash
that was once
treasure
I am what needs
forgetting
the regretting
a story
redacted
its final act
retracted
by a kind
stranger
who
saved
me
from
the
brink
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC