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
it wouldn’t matter
even if you were sober
drenched in sweat
sharpen this wet stone
always accident prone
beware the ides of March
when I come around the col-de-sac
a myth transcending this body
larger than life or death
towering over me in a foreboding way
we are only witnessing to such winds
wavering and weaving webs of translucent truth cast on knife edge
severe all remaining bonds of untruths
of false pretenses and placates
mark me a man on a lam
fleeing every unkempt shadow flooding the swamp lands
where we wrestle with God and the devil
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
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
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
your never ending web of nerve endings
spark, ignite, all-or-nothing
oversaturated
the chase of the thrill
the shiny red pill
a face replacing another face
moving through mirages of preemptive nostalgia
always meditating on the future as a fixed point
when it remains elusive as the concept of perfection
what about electability?
accountability?
or freedom of choice?
the act of reaching out
and communication
is fear
risk
folly
ultimately
blindfold bravery
you can discover this new playing field
and escape this tedium
you ain’t no medium
blood’s in the water
and the sharks don’t bother
they crave attention
but receive no mention
stick apples in their mouths
and roast this rotisserie
in this misery
the flames lick up
as the rest sucked up
you’re nothing but a hound dog
never catching a rabbit
keep on running to the sun
and it kept on setting
and subsequently begetting
resting
don’t inspire
don’t require
don’t speak
or weep
snowballing whirlwind
be God sent
rewired and tired
tethered to expired
monetize personal lives
cripple me
hamper me
enable me
wake me
take this rock heart
knead it repeatedly
cleaved from the passions
at each drop
and rise
I see
with the rising bubbles
a little more
clarity
dip a toe on the surface
let it carve ripples
spirit hovering over the waters
dividing darkness and light
how far-gone we went
all our reincarnated lives unspent
a shopping cart wheel left bent
heavily recalcitrant to window shopping
and the temporal tweeting birds
how we trap you in an urn
and we lift the lid for your ashes
to join with the Ganges river
i hope to see your freed smirk
catch the light of your eyes
in the last gleam of ten thousand sunsets
reflecting off the waters
