Facing the eternal war trench

Feels like
the noose
is already around
my neck,
& it's
a lit extension chord,
just have yet
to hit the
dangle

An adhesive for reality

You can
barely
hear
or perceive
the word,
but
you can
feel
it

Communicating w/ silence

Like a slap
across the face

like the crossing
of one leg over
the other

the twist of a ring
around a finger

like the sudden dart
of an eye
w/
the arch
of
a brow

& the intonation
of a word

minus
the syllables

adhering
silence
w/
sound

Where's my compassion now?

Faith
pulled away

I didn't even get
the chance to
let go

Apt

The
more the
truth
flows thru
me

the
more
empty
I
feel

Strings

God
himself
would tell you
He isn't
real

Black list

You hoisted
my freak illness
up on a platter,
carrying me
around to
various
hospitals
doctors
& clinics
so you could stay
fucked up
on pain pills,
after
being black listed
by every
doctor
in the city

Your youngest child

You taught me
blackmail

by age 13

to better protect
myself

from you

Dear dad

If
you're just
going to take it,
I don't want anything.

Boots

You don't
have
to trust me,
but
it may help

in the long run

Honest

About
to burst

like
the purity of a
screaming orgasm

regardless of
the date or time of
day

Don't know what else to tell

Most of what
I've said,
can be
implied by now

Soft jigsaw

Quiet
reasons
contemplated
while folding flower
petals
into puzzles

Grid

Of it

Sadness tends
w/ more endearing
qualities

since it never stops

even once
the pressure lets off
from the pain

If he had any

Just at the moment
you may have succeeded
at attempting to convince
yourself, thru
a blind patch-working
of half-decent moments,
that things
may turn out okay

he gives
another valid reason
to kick
his teeth in

Need

Taut between
patient moments
surging echoes
up the spine
of reason
in a feverish climb
to get back
home

Just falling short of everything

If I ever had
anything

it was about
to be taken
away

All other colors

Darker
purple & blue

generally

look the same
to me

PTSD blues

No one
may appeal
to my
good-side, if
I don't
have one.

Lemon drops

A clear image
thru
a kaleidoscope

it's what's
right
in front of you

From the gut up

A mirror's ripple
is equal to
a spontaneous scream

Bug