Violet

•April 17, 2021 • Leave a Comment

You came to me
Smoothly
In a dream soft
Unassuming
And carefully whispered
Of bolder things
To bloom
And I relieved quite
Happily replied
I know those
Purple flowers
I’ve tended them
For years in silence

-me

Spectacle

•April 13, 2021 • Leave a Comment

Concrete spinner
Like a circus cannon
Take caution
When the motion stops
The cleaning up’s
Much harder

-me

Monstrosity

•March 12, 2021 • Leave a Comment

I remember love
The center of me
Sliced open
And spliced
Monstrous
Connection
Electrically warm
And willing

-me


Image by H.R. Giger

Vision

•March 12, 2021 • 1 Comment

Colors
more vivid
when lids
are closed
than noticed
with my
naked eyes
the worms
of light
that wiggle
then
Reveal
my vision’s
thin disguise

-me


Painting: Worm Burning Bright in the Forest Night, Dr. Suess

Relief

•March 6, 2021 • Leave a Comment

I need
To feel
My teeth
Sink in
To wood
Or bone
Or some
Thing so
Porous
I can
Almost
Own
That slight
Give-in
To
Biting
Down
Of my
Canines
At once
Into
These
Human
Dreams
And bleed
All those
“Supposed
to be”
Quite
Solid
Things

-me


Painting: Love’s Shadow, by Anthony Frederick

Odds & Ends

•March 5, 2021 • Leave a Comment

A rusted lamp
That tells of time
An unwound clock
That lights my way
A basement filled
With things to come
An attic cleared
For yesterday

– me

Artwork: Yellow Feelings, by Bastian Kienitz

Instinct

•March 4, 2021 • 1 Comment

Old scales grow dull
They chafe and pull
My meaty insides
Squeezed to hell
I feel small bits
Begin to peel
From corners
Of my cracking mouth
The time is now
To trust and twist
Myself in knots
To scrape and tear
This used up layer
On sharp rocks
Until a new shine
Is revealed
While shocked
With sensitivities
I’ll follow need
To flee the stink
And leave behind
That curled up pile
Of shit-stained past
And small-me insecurities
For stranger paths
And brand new
Meals

-me

Purpose

•January 16, 2021 • Leave a Comment

A child’s pink plastic bucket
By a crumbling stone wall
One third filled with dirty water
They have both been there awhile

Deliberate or benign neglect
Perhaps forgotten just the same
It seems their time for use is done
A fleeting lifespan much like mine

-me

The Fall

•January 12, 2021 • Leave a Comment

Fences
Bent from
Falling trees
Of course
I miss
That feeling
Of tumbling
Into love
But my
Structure
Cannot bear
Another
Compromise
Of being
And besides
The forest floor
Is frozen

-me


Painting: Fallen Tree 1955, by John Nash

Remains

•January 2, 2021 • Leave a Comment

One blood red leaf
On a bare boned tree
All that remains
Of some previous me

– me…


Photo taken by me

 
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