Sunday, July 22, 2018

4am in a room lit w/ scented candles

Playing
in the background, was
a television w/
signal interference, the
image was partly broken into
a chunky discolored pattern
shifting on the screen
in an awkward
dance

every other 5 seconds
an actual word
or tune
may have pulled thru,
but acting more
as tease than as release

if anything

its static pinched
at my burning ears & stung
the brow of an aching
face

my flesh wore
a coat of lacerations,
keeping wrapped w/in
the twinge
of  a feeling
akin to
internal bleeding

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

That one step that creaks

W/ rusted nails
& a warped plank
it speaks of
past reasons to reach
another perceived
plateau

in a room nobody knows

Monday, July 16, 2018

A sense of wellbeing

A cobweb
in a corner can carry
plenty of color,
depending on its environment

Monday, July 9, 2018

Exacting existence

What rests in the details

is the finality  of nothing

&
the beginning
of
everything

Friday, July 6, 2018

Sober coping

Being
willing to be drug
across a bed of nails
by hooks slid thru
the toes,
instead of just
pretending
to rest
atop agony

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Forever in flowers

As if always in winter

sin
is necessary
for
the end product

in
order
to go on growing thru
each
beginning

Monday, July 2, 2018

So you can't turn the volume down, then find a different frequency

Ease up
off
your own pain
&
watch the rainfall

instead