Now paralyzed, pressed down, and held in place Your back in spasms, grabbing, catching fire A drama with no story to amaze Just turgid, painful truth, internal red Believe in no one, welcome everything This was the mantra, no? Or was it this: Palatial are the regions of the heart That soon lie empty as … Continue reading "Downhearted"
swirling unspecified in the middle of a chaos poured from pitchers of deep rain cannons firing across the still december mourning for a lost adulthood framed by a little used childhood endeavor just brings sorrow what if i can't do it what if i'm not enough what if i what if what
she lies awake and wonders where it went the glow that once surrounded who she was for all the hidden talents she’s misspent for random choices, lacking a “because” in stillness now, she thinks of one mistake her mother’s eyes with tears were dabbed and flecked for all that woman’s faults, for goodness sake she … Continue reading "lying awake"
It’s what we take for granted That will do us in the end; For expectations daily Choke the life of women, men That thing that we unthinkingly Assume we’ll have fore’er That one day leaves us suddenly Exposed, unarmed and bare We recognize bad fortune, Others’ luck we dwell upon: But take good luck as … Continue reading "Expectations, Daily"
When I was just a little boy A certain prayer I said; To shield me from the scary things Before I went to bed I hear the words, but cannot find What I felt with that prayer: If I should die before I wake I really Just don’t Care (“Old Poem, Written Age … Continue reading "Old Poem, Written Age 26"
i see it as i wander by...
The lonely night is never done; It stretches on, in endless wake – And closes in with memories And dreams, beneath a constant ache To walk upon the haunted earth, To lie upon a sleepless bed, To hope for nothing but the dark, And pray that slumber’s just ahead – But restless, rising up to go, To … Continue reading "The Lonely Night"
The world is dreariness today The whole dang town seems haunted: It’s very cold and gray outside And that’s just how I want it I like the feeling that I have That nature doesn’t care; Beneath the dull immensity That I’m just barely there The world is large and heartless, And is deaf to our … Continue reading "Desolate My People Go"
A life led by blind desire, Lurching toward the funeral pyre Happenstance spun into meaning, Private times spent posing, preening Strings of words on worthless air, Tableaus struck with no one there Emptiness and vanity, Sheltered by insanity Carved from cells once formed by bliss: So familiar All of this (“So Familiar” – 10-23-2014)