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

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

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

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

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

Another fall creeps in

& in between
my cells & bones
shifts
any misperception
of comfort
I may have scratched up
for my own
sanity

during spring
for
summer

& in the South in August
to step outside is like walking
into the fetid grounds
of a mass grave

the stench inspires
me to seek the ability
to dismantle
my everything
& toss it in that grave

before
winter takes
its place

in hopes to drift away
w/ mother nature’s
current change

Every field worth burning will grow anew

Too long ago to clock
much of my time
was spent in mind & gut
shattering fear

over certain events
which held potential to mar
aspects of my life

I thought were worth
cherishing

now
I’ve seen each
wellspring
& inch of security
molested & trampled on

&
the only
conclusion I’ve arrived at
is
not being able to say

whether or not
I care

anymore

I said

Thanks
for the show
but
I gotta go

the feeling
it gave
was less than
okay

in fact
the display
was a
cowardly mess

& I would
get depressed
if I stooped to relive
the experience

twice

A good reason to cry

Like an obligation
you must
tend to it

or

you may never know
the reasons for
why

Tell me

What
dream did you dream
last night

I’d like to know

did it show tender beauty
& acute sorrow
from a brief glint
off the face of a single coin

you had
spotted lost on
the hot pavement
of your
waking day

Another yellow submarine

Today is the birthday
of the man
that claims to be my father

he’s locked up tight

& when
his lawyer or the guards
try to communicate
each time it’s
stated
they shouldn’t have him
in custody

because he’s a special agent
operating under a code
yellow

&
I wonder if he wonders
why
his superiors haven’t
arrived
to get him
out

Not that kind of dance

Being unintentionally
stupid
doesn’t mean you’re dumb

& too

still means
you’re not allowed
to stand on
my feet

For a better toy

Dragging a so-called
friendship along
the floor

like a shoestring
for a cat

like a toy
you hold power over
to make-believe
you hold power over me

will only
get
your shit
scratched & ditched

Dependably weird

I am not
a go-to cul-de-sac

to spin donuts thru

when your days
get too predictable
& your mind
weary

Squeezing the trigger on fear

Darker than the lowest depth
of every grave
&
deeper than the caverns
 of a blue hole

as imperceptible as the muffled sigh
uttered from oblivion
before opening its mouth to release
its most intricate of screams

some realities shake stability
from out of
its deceptively even sway