Category Archives: #poems

BRAIN TRAFFIC

It’s a complicated world
ruled by pain and fear
Everything’s ‘will you swim
or will you fade’
the smallest things
hold us back
the madness outside
these walls
are nothing compared
to what’s within my halls

Brain traffic: s/o confused
grid-locked & neurotically fused
Drain my Soul
Brain traffic: over/used
fear-porn-fed till your dead
then Life’s on hold
it’s all Inside your head
BRAIN DEAD.

:: 03.27.2020 ::


WEB OF DECEIT

“I’ve always had an eating disordered. I use to blame it on stress…” A heavy pregnant pause hung above the room.

“But now I realize it was not who I am but what I am. I even use to blame my binges on how poorly I spin my web — but it is an automatic instinctual reaction.”

Taking off a pair of horn-rimmed glasses the fly, who never lost a patient, looked directly into the eyes of his patient the spider and gently spoke.

“Be who you are.”

-THE END-

:: 03.23.2020 ::


GHOST-FLESH

FORGOTTEN! are the fragmented memories as
touching the ghost-flesh of a missing limb ;a
bridge too far spanned beyond measure
and torn-bleeding feet bared for all to
witness/my Sweetest days
were alone with you
my brilliant Sun and her mistress of night
with silver-beamed light from her ageless face
the Moon\my Love is immeasurable, my Love’s
passion unmeasurable — we are too busy with
each other’s joy to notice; her nails are black
her neck is thin, her eyes anthracine-misty;
the very air within her presence a maelstrom
of mystery is where i am is where i go.

:: 03.21.2020 ::


SEASON OF THE BEAST

Come! See what has been done!

Quickly, before this primordial beast slips away again! Watch to keep your stare from it’s eyes lest you are hypnotized.

In the distance one can hear the township wailing. Those are the poor souls who have lost their silver cord.
There! See!?! The woman with her…with her baby.

Do not stare of their eyes. Do not!

A woman dressed in jeans and an amoebic design t-shirt strolled by with her carriage.

The wheels were missing.

As were the infant’s eyes.

Across the street four men sang an unknown song within an unknown tongue. The stars are the secret elders of our generations.
And some ‘humans’ too.

:: 02.14.2020 ::


WE’RE MAD

Of course! It is apparently
— so, do you also know?
and how did you realize it
— too, by two’s, four’s
or even more?

We’re mad.

And now it’s written
so there it goes!

A dream, a thought
as a bird does soar
of course! And now,
–now, aren’t you glad.

We’re mad.

:: 01-06-2018 ::


WHEN THE FLOWERS SMELL BETTER

Sometimes when i’m dead
the flowers smell better
And many times time
just drips on by
within my empty head

The light bulb sun
is burned out within
my room (oh dear)
and the cockroach
tells me not to fear

Jesus breaks his knee
on a viral meme
Politicians parody
the struggling life
of you and me

Holding on tight
to the horror sled
of this holiday
season of no reason
neurotic sales
schizoid crowds
smiling fiends
and the flowers
smell better
sometimes when
i’m just dead.

:: 12-10-2018 ::


BENEATH THIS SILENCE

Beneath this silence is hope
that you should never leave me
And love loves to love
but hope is that you remain here
that my weirdness is a little
me — and yours is as mine
is love; a quivering happiness!

:: 12-21-2018 ::


THE TIRED DREAMER

Climbing away
from the dream
went a dreamer
who was alive.

Climbing away
from the dream.

He spoke aloud,
with a tired mouth
which was numb
from his sleep.

Climbing away
from the dream.

In the dark of night
he spoke:

“Awake from the dream!”

He climb away from
the dream into
another.

:: 11-25-2018 ::


MY HEART HAS ASKED OF ME

My heart has asked of me, by the stream
it asked of me:

(What feelings are if anything, truth.)

Do the trees sing their songs
when the wind blows?

The spider web sways but maintains.

When your legs are moving along life’s
twisting paths, do I (your heart)
speak softly to you?

The witness are the clouds above you.

As the tears come who sees your
shadow hide behind the rocks?

The falcon’s call of nothingness,
that spins your mystery.

And sunrise is a wondrous gift
and sunset but a promise.

:: 11-25-2018 ::


My heart Speaking

MY heart. Speaking words
have crippled all letters.
A great passion explored.
Destroying all rhyme
and meter.
Is how my teeth have
broken.
Now mumbling.
Babbling nonsense!

:: 10-15-2018 ::