Like an incessant itch
On the back of my neck
From a tag cut too rough
But sewn into the seam
Of my new softest sweater
So too is my need
To move way too quick
And not feel all these things
-me

painting: Sweater Painting by Jantina Peperkamp

Like an incessant itch
On the back of my neck
From a tag cut too rough
But sewn into the seam
Of my new softest sweater
So too is my need
To move way too quick
And not feel all these things
-me

painting: Sweater Painting by Jantina Peperkamp
I count the skulls that stare at me
With polished slack-jawed reverie
Twenty two and neatly stacked, I
Think they know I’m looking back
I still myself while bronze keys chime
They have no hands and yet mark time
The upturned hornet feels it too, she
Fights to stand to spite she’s through
I wait as endings e’re show up
Sip strangeness cooling in my cup, peace
Lily blooms but leaves curl brown
I feel the reaching, weathered shroud
and grin
-me

Painting: Focus in Chaos, by Another-Scarlet-Lily, on Deviantart.com
Caution color winks
Wild at me yet I persist
This drive unyielding
-me

You say you crave my crazy
If it is kept quite regulated
A bit of stable instability
Sin-heavy sighs but suffocated
You say you want my passion
Constrained till you are cool and ready
Rationed irrationality
The feel of free fall all while steady
You say you need me softer
And finally we find the truth
Your safety is birthed from settling
Trading once wild me for under-roof
-me

This is an edit and a repost from a couple of years ago.
I want to write
But the words have been taken
By a clever she-cat named
My disconnection
Carried off by their nape
All quite dead-limp but safe
She guards till they’re full grown
For all our protection
-me

Photograph taken in NYC in 1925
When you can’t use your hand
‘Cause you’ve sliced up a finger
And you can’t use your foot
‘Cause you’ve broken a toe
There’s not much to do
On your long list of “have-to”
But sit tight on your own ass
And (@$#&!) give up control.
– me

Painting: Waiting by Rachel Rochford
Whoever calls me
Crazy I wear my mess in
Many hearty words
-me

Image: Hallelujah Anyway, book cover, Kenneth Patchen.
He is the subject of Jimmy Buffett’s “Death of an Unpopular Poet.”
I guard a tender heart
That breaks too easily
A tiny creature warm
And caged for keeping
Safe she gnaws the bars
Down to rust and bending
Pulls at them hard
For freedom then
She chirks and flips
Dances wild for connection
But bites and bleeds
The hand that too quick
Reckless reaches in
-me

Painting: Mouse Ears, by Stuart Dunkel
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