People post about their lives.
Many are filled with joy, children,
engagements, social times, friends.
Some are not.
And people think these are toxic people.
They post about darkness, struggle,
sadness. But, they are sharing their life
with you
as much as you like to with them.
It’s just not the same as yours.
And even though it looks negative
and cold and unimportant,
that life is all they have right now,
and they’re trying every which way
to have your life,
without success.
To be “normal”: a distant dream
for those who suffer.

~kb

Everyone in town
wants to cast you down
to the Bible’s hell
to your own ghost town
because you cast around
spells and demonic tongue
on your own home ground
and they want you strung
you and your young
on oaks and sway above
all the damage you’ve done
we don’t need any witches
and you are one

~kb

I can’t stand

I fall every time

The clock ticks your heartbeat

Sinus rhythm with mine

Blows up to my brain

Releasing strange chemicals

A reaction so soothing

Rub my back pet my hair

Lengthen every second you are here

There’s no question the connection

Four seconds and I knew

Love was meant for this

The intertwining of two.

~kb

Hidden inside me something
hides me from you.
And it’s about to come unglued,
like a poorly but proudly
school made piece of art.
My macaroni intestines start to
come apart and
split at the seams.
And I anxiously await my anxiety state.
Await the insomnia and formula
my body follows so closely to begin
and weigh in on my
current life sins.
Business as usual for the
sensitive ones. Life relayed by
internal dictators through the
broken neurotransmitters and
weak gut.
But,
though the cycle continues,
interrupts the cycle that’s happening,
the cycles combine,
and I’m no longer trapped in me.
The cycles have finally
allowed me to move.
And I may not ride
life’s bike like you do,
but at this present moment
it’s enough to stay glued.
And like the curious kitten,
I peep my head out,
to show you what’s been hidden.
Show you my bicycle’s route.

~kb

Flick flame,
take in a drag to end this
hell of a day.

Chipped my front tooth,
just
snapped right off, and I have
no clue when it happened,
so I probably swallowed it.

And in this lovely, hate filled
Arizona sun
my battery dies. Take an hour for them
to fix it, so I do it myself.
Never had so much sweat
flood out of these pores.

And the store machine was down,
and I don’t carry cash so I
pray that empty light’s
got enough volts to get me
home.

Turn the tv on, crack open
a beer. Wipe my face and neck
with cold water, sit down and relax.

I go through my day and
curse the circumstances.
People say to remain grateful
and think of positive things to say.

But sometimes,
it’s just another,
fu€¥ing,
day.

~kb

Today, I heard a woman
speak about indifference.
In my mind, a large charged clock was
laid out on the floor.
This wasn’t some small instance
causing minor turmoil.
It was every group represented
on the face of that clock.

And time’s, running out.

They spat at one another
leaving salivary freckles on the glass
face of this ticking time bomb.
And no one seemed to notice.
Hate met with hate causes rapid
explosions
of entitlement and lies,
brushing away honesty with a nice new
contour kit, make it look nothing of
itself.
Take mouths to baby birds
and spew in hatred and lies
with thin thighs and a new juice cleanse.
Raising people just like them.
They come back to the clock
and stand their places,
fragile looks on frail faces.
Swept away by the struggle
but still standing around,
standing their ground
And the clock winds down.
The suffering of humans can’t be
just left at the door.
And I imagine alarm sounds,
as I know, not in time,
not one will politely step down.

~kb