The coyotes are howling oddly tonight
Sporadic woes in various
Parts of the field, off tempo
Maybe they know the tone is changed
I’ve been alone for so long
The flow of my sporadic woes
Is off tempo, now that you’re here
I become quiet and wander
But the moon strikes my heart and my chords to let a howl soar
But you’re in the kitchen
So my cries become a muted whisper
And secrets I once shared
Float in the air above me
And I wonder if the moon
Still loves me, now that you’re here

~kb

Past becomes sole happy moments
As future possibilities entice my
Present circumstance
And I’m sure this dance
Is forbidden
Smitten with attention
Darkness acquires my arm
Impulse shows no objection
Intellect is blurry
And I seem to be in this
Unsure hurry to sabotage it all
Mind goes blank and strings
Attached to me
Pull it all down
Yet I’m fully unaware of everything going on
Around me
This sound please
Just make it stop
It’s drowning me

~kb

Every Christmas morning
I wake up
Alone
I have for years
Just me and my dog
My family comes later
From miles away
And I pick them up Christmas Day
But there’s something strange about the way
Being alone on this morning
Is so absolutely peaceful
I sit outside hear kids laugh with their
New toys and new lease on life
See the couple nestled gently
On the couch
Sipping tea and admiring their tree
And I admire it too
Each sip of coffee the world is no longer
So deafening
The sounds have changed
If just for one day that’s okay
Because it’s quiet now
Rare and ineffable
Every sense is grateful

~kb

Pain:
The same meaning across lands,
yet each being feels it differently.

~kb

Barrel of gun to temple
I turn straight so it’s between my eyes
If this is my demise let it be
There’s no connection between series of me
This episode holds my demise
I told you, between the eyes
Push closer and hand wavers
Supposed to be my savior
and you’re doubting yourself
Reach hand back to distract
Kick up gravel with a quick shift
And a pedal to the carpet
Escape one death still seeking another
I’m leaving this place dead or dying
I have no emotion attached to either
Crazed in experience and falling deeper

~kb

Scattered incomplete sentences
Eyes search backs of eyelids for guidance
Thoughts act as adversaries to thoughts
And the crossroad brings no punctuation
A quill without ink is just a feather
A mind floating on light breeze
and blank words is just a tether
Kite in the hand but glass eyes lose height
Nothing to be written here
I can’t see the imagery
And blank stares don’t speak much

~kb