I hear noises
In this empty house
Both crying pipes
And sighing wood
While shadows
Hang and slink about
Grey exorcise
I wish I could
-me

Painting: Grey Matter, by Suse Neilebock

I hear noises
In this empty house
Both crying pipes
And sighing wood
While shadows
Hang and slink about
Grey exorcise
I wish I could
-me

Painting: Grey Matter, by Suse Neilebock
I am reminded of ghosts
I used to let haunt me
When I faced gray walls
And turned my back on
Doors barely open
I trusted my safety
While letting them play
Those spirits that seeped
In through cracks on the breeze
Because even sad omens
That prey and posses me
Bring forth my felt sense
Of love’s vulnerability
Which brings jouissance
While it raw-resurrects me
Oh how I’ve missed them
-me

Photo found here:
https://fareastfling.me/2017/01/01/okunoin-cemetery/
You once had me
Wild
While questioning my crazy
With your two-dimensioned sanity
Disguised
Flat
You used me
As your muse until
Your narrow-lensed machinery
Could not capture
Or quite wrap your
Self around
My whirling full
Catastrophe
That
Is not
My weakness now
In fact
It never was
But instead yours
Your fear and lack
Of bravery’s breadth
I am sorry
For the too sane death
Of who
You used to be
And how
When you saw me
Dancing through dimensions
Creating worlds
And twirling with insanity
You tamed yourself
Too spite your claim
But I refuse
Because she’s mine
Not yours to frame
My love insane
My own wild she
-me

There is a zipper
Down the center of me
I feel its teeth
Tug at my skin
But if I pull
From skull
To fragile
You see
I’ll have
To let
You
In
-me

Painting by Edvard Munch
I went chasing chase red paper rabbits
But I found myself digging through trash
And while the curved pines beckoned “here love”
I was numb in some swirling morass
Piano keys played with my wiring
But my power plug sparked, flamed, and blew
Then a robin he looked, crooked, and listened
And my nature found nothing to lose
So I set back out hunting for cutouts
Life taped strange to black window panes
And the rabbits, and pines, and spring robins
Gave me Looking-Glass bravery again
-me

Tchaikovsky’s
Slow and playful
Somehow painful
Melancholic keys
To my surprise
Weave round and reach
Reverberating such in me
Revives this heart
So suddenly
Before I barely realize
I’m shocked and breathe
My eyes fly wide
My gasp fills deep
And holds a trembling
Dance inside
As salt runs rivers
Warm unbound
Down weary reborn
Upturned cheeks
And all at once
Human again
I am alive
– me

Painting: Surprise by Toby Kennedy
I lost
The placement
Of my hands today
And neither
Foot felt
Left or right
I let my
Limbs play in
Periphery
To see
What happens
Past my sight
I peeked
A world all
Most forgotten
Warm and misty
Buoyant brain
Oh how
I miss this
Mad not knowing
If I will
Make it
Home again
-me

Painting by Gaylord Sali
Raindrops
Thumping
On the roof
Above
Like thick
Fingers
Drumming
Is this weather
As bored
By waiting
For its full
Self
To empty
As I am
With waiting
For me?
-me

Image: Waiting (for the rain to stop falling)
by Marcia Zottino
In the haze
Before sleep
I softened some
And let myself
Believe
Not in any one thing
But just at last
As me finally
Again to feel
Something
And then that night
I dreamt that you
Came back so sweet
Once more to me
I woke up warm
In early love
And dark morning
Confusion then
A wrenching heave
A single tear
And I remembered
Quick
Why my head
And heart and skin
Instead have chosen
Layers thick
Of anhedonic steel
And agnostic
Non-identity
–me?

Photograph: One Single Tear, by Sarah Moore
As crow calls forth
And cat leans in
Deep instinct stirs
To feed again
When crow calls back
And cat remains
We share the pull
To open veins
-me

Painting: Sita and Sarita, by Cecil Beaux