wishing I wish
all the stars
would fall from
my eyes
you’ve made a
mess of me
of which incapable
to break free alone
why won’t you
get carried away
on the edge again
darkness plays
Shiny Star Withdrawl
someone’s mind(s)
my story no longer valid
ramblings of an
inauthentic narrator
one day its thoughtful words
shall make a story of itself
irony chuckles
my death screamed from
a narrator
impatient as winter
letters that drip
Woolgather’s and me.
there she goes again
awash, away woolgather’s and me.
sweeping us up, warmest holdings
the needs aching and calling
up through the dark fleshy passage
cutting in and demanding to be heard, shhh
can’t not listen, fear and fall
the death of another year
am i clinging to what’s real?
to pass on, passing by
sell you all my thoughts
in exchange for okay
I love you [...]
breathe and free verse
Our American grandfather of poetry, Walt Whitman, wrote by the human breath; each line breaks where the breath comes to a pause, whether as short as a comma or the full stop of a period. These long lines are both out of vogue and slightly impractical, especially since there are certain conventions about how poetry [...]
fallen scraps
you said i deserve
more than clawing for fallen scraps
put your shoes on
crawl out out from under it
and don’t ask
patience is wealth, awaiting
lay claim and don’t give up
arise bare laid open
crawl out from under it
and don’t ask
pull the knives from your eyes
the gushing will subside
deserve, deserving of ….
more
Pink Things
a pink topped cupcake
with her pink ribbon scars
hidden beneath her clothes
like dark passengers
they are always there
makin her uncomfortable
underneath her skin
and a mind full of equations
never satisfied
fuck you! …heal the original sin
But I see her there
all tossled young and blonde
head down, arms crossed
picked her up I did
can we please find a way beyond?
hardened like, like a [...]
