Category Archives: poem story

Yarn

a tear
in the fabric
pull out a thread
unravel a ball of yarn
several years
lead me
to meet my Maker
raise the knife
to slay the ram
saying it was for the Creator
to test you
what a ruse
to hold a sham hand
a full house
built on sand
the boy prowls around the city
with a head full of bees
eyes full glass
pouring over words
from a text
what was truthful
but brutal
I won’t spill my intestines
on the ground
but spin it
into Joseph’s Robe
to clothe my nakedness
wrapping around my insecurities
somewhere in this piercing pain
is an opening to
put your hand into someone’s chest
and knit your heart

with theirs

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Grounding

Don’t forget

this focal point

when all reality seems to collapsing

hold on

to these hand you’ve once held

take  an inventory

of your feats of strength

touch

until reality can be ascertained

let x’s and o’s fall freely

stop contriving with pinpoint precision

because God’s arms

cannot be twisted

feels like this vertigo stopped

and has stopped at position

melt off door knobs

and shatter the ceiling

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The doe

the doe wandered in
with a paper thin skin
glassy eyes fragile, crackable
a string memories, unravel
and sometimes break and multiple
what twisted caramel karma
this gossip a dirty cataract
it ain’t gospel
dreamt of his kiss
reclining on a park bench
imparts to you assurance
you wish you put to sleep the lion
in the midst of puncutuated pain, in drained monochromatic days
in squeezing questions, doubts, rage, resentment,
in potentials, disappointments
into manageable thought bubbles
releasing wondering if we will survive
or be ever healed

but maybe we’ll be more human
find a connection
with another human who listens
and hears

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humble

no sea to shining sea
these curtains will fall
like the Berlin wall
see a ghost cowering in the corner
I’ll be grind into dust
by the powers that be
but they’ll never take
an ounce of your true identity
oh my life
oh my soul
why have you abandoned me?
why now doubt
and turmoil
these thoughts coil

and make us

—humble

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Lumps

Maybe I get more depressed than you think

you flutter those lids and i’ll be wafting away

say it like you thought it would matter

say it like you wrought enough armor

I’ll pretend that I’m listening

while we do a bit of soul searching

what kind of glue holds us together

does it weight us down like a fetter?

we can waste some time

rewinding cassette tapes crimes

and watch these sure hearted faces fade

but dial down on my fiery presence

I wanna open my heart and the floodgates

but I’m not sure how  to be brave

I don’t wanna avoid  this anymore

and be a double edged blade

you’re just drilling all these doors

and me with these breakneck confessionals

we  get used to lumps nesting in our throats

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catipillar

heaven knows how far gone
the swing sways
the school bus delayed
in this ungodly hour
how we cower
and bowing to wood and stone
on top of these pillar of bones
how I longed to see your face
one last time
simply beyond this pixelated mess we’ve made
did you have even an ounce realism
or am I lost here in cyberspace
in all the search and seizures
that tracked my history
was it lost in the silence?
all I wanted was you for myself
is that so selfish?
am I bound to sulk in this echo chamber?
until I molt into a catipillar?
nibbling, biting
never swallowing

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Corrie (For the Chow’s)

A bundle of emptiness
stirring
an entrance into oblivion
a beginning/ an ending
tiny fists, kicking feet
two baby teeth
a voice in Ramah
Rachel weeping
future hopes retreating
kneeling by an unmarked grave
on a sunny, low-cut grass day
this void unrelenting
you should be
blossuming safety inside of me
not stinging, a swarm of bees
will you recognize me?
in heaven?
will you be a grown woman?
what was the sum of cellular life?
when it leaves us more empty?
lonely family
with a lost piglet
gone prematurely

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Each tick

each tick is closer to the unknowable
as if I could exhale a carburetor
to get the machine rumbling again
my inability to hold one concept
and my ineptitude in a singular pursuit
this drinking water pours through the cracks between my hands
my ideals slip away
like a race dog running after a stuffed bunny
pinning for more novely and discovery
exploring the vast reaches of ingenuity
in the far reaches of the infinite galaxy
preceving the next rubrix cube
astroid, planet, star
to be shifted and shaped
create and uncreate
binding and locking
past and present coalescing
balancing both reality and fantasy
come find me
I’ll be clinging on the moutain side
and slurping from the fountain gushing
as the rain evaporates from the pavement on a popsicle summer day
come find me
and whisper in my ear
all you hold dear
come find me
and tell me that I’m a stranger
and a friend that you’ve always knew
and recognize that we are bound for the promised land
where the harvest is full and the fruit is rippening
waiting for  children all dressed to pick
and the juices dripping down their mouths
come find me

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Ouroboros

you counterfeit drug

you sly mangy dog

stole away my spirit

and left this empty shell casing

I’d be tearing apart
the corpus callosum

until the tremor comes

off the richter scale

quake your knees

don’t be a tease

until the men in the white coats

come for you

and put a muzzle

and a mirror

you were dreamin’ inside a dream

on top of the cream

you were the emperor

who has no clothes

but your monarchy

is a snake swallowing

its own tail

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