She doesn’t rhyme
she flows free

she isn’t metered
she is not a device

she is the greatest poem
I ever wrote

out of my skull
she is inside

she is not an image
she is a state of mind

she is not contained
or caged or framed

she is self-sustained
the most brilliant string of words

I ever read
& carelessly misquoted



Bored of all this
& working
& paying bills

all this
& searching
& taking pills

is pretty
much the only
thing that feels

& music
no matter what
is stale
always music

to fall back on
when bored
when even
far from mind

When at Standstill




to take sips of water
to breathe deep in my lungs
to watch the crosswalk
to be anything at all

she reminds me

to wake up
& not stay up too late

to take up
all that belongs to me
to fight for
what it means to me

to swallow
& to suck it up

to be unlike the other ones

to keep my head up
to buy new work clothes
to show up at all
is half the fuckin battle

but. she. reminds. me.

to compromise
to pick my battles
to not count my apples

she tells me to be quiet
when need for silence
she tells me to speak up
when throat is sore

to put the lid down
to count my blessings



reminds me

she is the better part
& the only part
worth keeping

she know that that is a lie
she knows the ugly parts
of me

she know how to dissect me
& how to put me back together

she reminds me
how to set back in motion


I wish I had the answers
for life’s hard questions
but I don’t know shit
I just freeze up
clam up
put my hands up
I don’t know what to say
to console you
to comfort you
I don’t know a goddamn thing
I just keep on living
keep on breathing

I know not what we are doing here

What We Are Living For

Mind before body
body before mind
both dependent upon
both useless without the other

which will be the first to go?
which will be the first to know

struck down in sound mind
kept alive far gone (for far too long)

either way a loss
what is it we are living for?