Listen

•July 18, 2019 • Leave a Comment

I am tired, Smile
Of learned men
With dangling Truths
Instructing me
To ignore my own
Reality
That my Dear mind
These ears and eyes
Which plainly see
Are not quite
Sane or trustworthy
That all my past
Experience, Hun
My history
Was never real
Especially when
It contradicts
Their narrative
Divinely crafted comforting
That my HIGH VOLUME
Lowered, Sweet
Will equal peace
To spite the cruel
And gathering
Urgency!
That joy
Lies waiting
In their hands
If only I would
Princess, please
Just blind believe
The thinking they
Provide for me

-me

1816

•July 16, 2019 • Leave a Comment

The leaves are falling early here
But only in my yard
It looks like autumn with each breeze
And the easy days turn hard

The squirrels and I we hunker down
Like days that lose their length
A freeze it gathers, heavy now
Before we’ve saved three seasons’ strength

-me


Painting by Helene W on Picsart.com

Misfortune

•July 16, 2019 • Leave a Comment

I found an ace of spades
And fixed it firmly on a spike
It functioned well
Bejeweled my hell
But left its pointed scar behind

-me


Painting: Ace of Spades, by Jimi Gleason

Carnival Barker

•July 15, 2019 • Leave a Comment

They made memories
During our marriage
About which now
They reminisce
A smile too wide
The tale was rigged
The very definition
Of carnival-dissonance
Contortion-making
Frayed ticket taking
My history has become
A hall of funhouse mirrors
Shifting floors
And nowhere stairs
With their reflection
Everywhere

-me


Image: abandoned vintage funhouse ride, photographer unknown

unstable haiku

•July 14, 2019 • Leave a Comment

this day begins un
stable begging for a rest
less undertaking

-me

painting: I’m unstable therefore I’m existing, by SoJung Kim

un temps

•July 13, 2019 • Leave a Comment

A pale heavy
Nothing
Wraps around me
Like age
Or a stale summer
Evening
Only the quick stab
Of a biting
Gnat
And the tickle
Of a tear
Dropped soft
And traveling

-me


Painting: No. 869, by Louise Robert

To React…?

•June 6, 2019 • Leave a Comment

Some moments are mosquitoes
When such stillness marries blood loss
Or worse yet deadly disease
Quick nuisance carries consequence
Pinprick itch or pathogen
again
What is our cost for silent peace

-me


Painting: Mosquito, by RenisGallery on Etsy

 
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