A pulling, I feel it
Like a subtle tug
Calling me back to a place familiar
Somewhere I've been before
Seen but forgotten what it's called
It's name escapes me
It twirls on the edges of my brain
Fading ever so swiftly
It's all a haze
But it's there
waiting to be remembered
I've lived there…I think
No I'm sure of it
It's a place I've felt love
How have I forgotten
The trees, the dirt, a c...
“I don’t need your fucking money” Billy throws a stack of cash back at Joe Collie just as he was about to leave.
He stagers from the bar stool to Joe Collie’s face, away from the half glass of Burgundy he’d been drinking.
“You took from me….” He says, staring, droopy-eyed, directly at Joe Collie” You stole from me Joe.. you took him from me”
“Listen, Billy, you should head on home don't even w...
If you were to pick weapons
To make me bleed
What would you pick
What would it be
Would you pick your eyes
Roll them away as its about to meet mine
Perfect marbles that pay no mind to what I bring
Benign as it may be
Or would it be your ears
Could another whisk you away with what they say
as do I
Would you fall prey to such men?
Never listen to all the I love you’s and sorrys
Because I am so...
I beseech you flowers of the meadow
Release the land to me
For I am change
Let the green fade out from these planes
So that I may build a house
With bricks of grey
So I may dig the foundation
on the ground you sprout from
I have come to get rid of you
I am the future
I am progress
Red Columbine that rises knee high
I am eternal towers
The sky I dance with, the clouds I kiss
You will only wi...
Glass-tinted doors slide to the side and so I enter
Inside, about 40 rows of seats,
Two on each side, filled to the brim.
I reside in the center space, hunched over
Bracing on the metal railing above me, bearly coping.
I hate that I have to ride the bus for work
Always late
now I have to explain how traffic works,
Ohh god please don't let it rain today
I bend over to look at the clouds throug...
Pile above it small twigs and dried-up pine needles.
When you hear the soft grumbles of hunger,
Wait for the little I bring: wheat flour and raw sardines.
Blow on the flame
I’m only a few minutes away. The smell of smoke doesn’t bother me
Let it linger between the things you wear, your hair covered in ash
I’ll wash each strand for you
Just wait a minute
I’ll be there.
I’ve been walking for the p...
Hear_me_speak
Listen to the words that spill between the pauses of your speech,
Faint whispers foresee a future that isn’t bleak.
Hear_me_speak
Why need evidence,
When the receipts are in the feats I’ve accomplished?
Haven’t you received all things promised?
I guess not!
Hear_me_speak
Seek the wisdom clenched between finer teeth,
The green you see isn’t just celery.
Telling me to go fuck myself ...
Hell-raising, you could scorch the earth with your cold gaze
Flag raising, have to be the one to give in nowadays
Defeated army, retreating, just to meet your ass halfway
Pity plays portrayed by the ones who are insensitive
The ones who we must forgive
The ones who we’re embedded with
The ones that think an apology is where the victory is.
See, in a perfect world, you would be the perfect girl
Bu...
My master enjoyed long walks. He’d walk as a headless chicken let loose by fumbling fools, quick, staggered, in pain but silent. I’d join him in his daily venture with a harness tied to my neck, a fabric of polyester, that kept me tethered to his waddling spirit. We kept a steady pace and would only stop when I’d spot something rigid and broken, he was not too pleased whenever I did. I used the pa...
(more about identity)
As children, it was easy to conform.
Identity not yet written, not put to words
Eat, sleep, and crawl, All things printed
Like lines within journals
Every turn of a page were spaces empty
Plenty of room to grow.
The first blot of ink placed is not our own
But from that which surrounds us
The taste of cold air upon our skin
The first face seen from shaky eyes
The sound of ...