#storage
Its Sunday
Sun dazed today
as I made my way
behind salty slanted glass & cold steering wheel
into a cinder block storage unit i've leased
a year has passed, slipped
IDK, maybe lost or stolen
Hiding in the back of a 15' x 28'
a secret office I constructed, concocted
A fantasy fort for a grown man
away from the worrisome world
filled with mature career minded folk
Surrounded by odds and ends
liquidation sale items flood & pool
across 1000sq ft of shelving I built
18' floor to roof
Shelves uniquely spaced to accommodate
packages of various dimensions
Catwalk on the second level,
drawbridge permanently down
Occasionally I make my way
to the gate that separates me from the rest
Opening the door, slipping past
Handing them an object they desire
for reasons I do not know
We share a moment, eyes dance
back and forth
I retreat to my hidden fort
No one ever knows
What exists
Behind a rollup metal door
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 11:43 AM UTC
The ledge, The ledge, The ledge.
Holding bottles, bodies and blood.
Covered in clutter and cute.
The ledge, the ledge.
Then the pangs rang out.
Bottles and bodies dropping to the floor.
Screams made only from pain and pleasure.
The euphoria of freedom paired with the pain of escape.
To fall, To flee from
The Ledge.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 8:43 AM UTC
dismember
the smell of the books you hide
roughed into basement boxes amongst
the most casual of junk
the most bare note book
gifted and thrifted and costumed
your little girl words tea stain wounded
marooned and mould afflicted
dismember the words you mooned after near hearts
and the great white unrequited
the fluting of ****** fuel the fumes of their history
badly stored and water damaged
clumped 'mongst uni flyers and old never paid bills
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 9:27 AM UTC
~
*Optimize
Arborize
Centralize
Personalize
Give recognition its own library
Its own USB port
An evening of multiple connections
Hardwired and soothingly modem
Transmits my thoughts into you
I know your voice
I know your body
And how they work together
To leave a clear network to my heart*
~
May 18, 2023
May 18, 2023 at 5:26 PM UTC
~
not a fan of reality TV,
plenty of "unreal" episodes
of my own direction stored,
available for further review
in the storage units of
neuronic black and white prison brain cells
which is why I have free~will chosen
to enumerate my poem~videos;
for easy retreat retrieval resurrection
of the travelogue of mind own insurrections
*a garage of mobility devices,
car, rollerblades, cross country skis plus,
a potpourri of escape methodologies
that by definition are all round trippers,
returned to their storage unit after use
and I count them Noah~like,
two by two, as they come on board,
and when they disembark for days of
rest and recreation*
this one, #4,
is born
among headstones,
just anther memory storage unit
specialized,
flag decorated,
but different
This is a one-way,
no return,
unit
but
it can be viewed at anytime
by those who care to be users,
by speaking this:
*Read to me poem number four,
on a day we celebrate,
about free men of every color and persuasion,
who are calling out to
open the door to storage unit four,
so we to can perform
our once-a-year
Tour of Duty
to the those who called,
and answered with limb and love,
for by their glory,
we are
free too*
to remember in any way we choose
~
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
Proteins oh Proteins,
How much you do for us!
You are our support
The framework keeping us up
The bones under our skin
You are the mad scientist
encouraging chemical reactions within us
Enzymes, catalyzing reactions
You are our traffic regulators
Signaling how much,
Hormones
Like insulin regulating glucose in the blood
You are the detectives within us
Figuring out what it bad
Then flagging it for destruction
You are our truck drivers
Shuttling materials to
and fro
Hemoglobin, carrying oxygen from the lungs
You are our storage
Our shelves packed to the brim with
materials
Like ferritin storing iron in our bodies
There is so much you do
That is key to our survival
...
However shall I remember all you do
for my test tomorrow?
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 7:50 PM UTC
I deal with my
problems by
forcing them
into small boxes
for easy storage.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
the mindset that you bring to it
the taste of your thoughts
a lick would slide down your throat
like a fish headed back to
water
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC