Sunday, September 2, 2018

No war, nor conviction

Cut
the old ribbon
from the trunk
of the oak tree

what was once
a silken yellow
is now tattered
& brown

Monday, August 27, 2018

Don't buy worry from the wind

A wisp of depression
&
that
waft of woe

even if able to keep up your pace
it quietly rambles in the background
over tribulations
which could very well win your attention when
doing dishes
for the third time in
a day

since it breathes so well thru monotony

& life being
a broken record on repeat
it gives more than a fair chance
for trouble
to get a hold of you

even if
just by the collar of the psyche

Sunday, August 26, 2018

Fumbling w/ the edges of an empty space

Like
a nervous twitch
too
irresistible to indulge

it’s an unforgettable texture

the reach
of
your focus must touch

just to know it still exists

Thursday, August 23, 2018

Believe

Sometimes
you’ve gotta
let go of yourself
in order to
cope

or
living will eat you
alive

Where's the fucking silence!?

Half the time
it’s as if another hand
has a grip on a pitch shift
in between my ears

a wail from out the ass crack
of everything & nothing

so much so
at times I
wince
& grab a hold of a tuft of the air
beside my head

or press
a palm to my chest as if to say
I might as well
split my
wing
or faint

Tuesday, August 21, 2018

My friends at age 3


He would get home
around 3am
& find me giggling
in a
dark corner

asking what I was doing
I would tell him:
playing w/ my friends

a chill would rush up
his spine while
deciding
it was just an
overactive imagination

& that sort of
worked

until the day
my older siblings
saw them too
& found
a way
to show
him

Monday, August 20, 2018

Resounding w/ more than a simple beat

As an emotion
which embraces
the entire
being

the act
of a heart’s beat
is worth
more than a strain
of an ear to
hear

it’s worth living

beyond
a physical
need

or
curiosity