These lungs are a metaphor;
coughing up something
that doesn’t belong
Month: June 2016
Bleeding Gums
Pinpointing the source
of my discomfort
is like tonguing free
the popcorn husk
from my crooked teeth
Switch
Switch needs a flip
needs a caress
needs to take a position
Switch needs a finger
needs a hand
needs some direction
Switch needs a flick
needs a nudge
needs an opposite
Switch needs a task
needs to be hard wired
needs to have some purpose
Switch needs a rest
too much back and forth
switch needs to stand its ground
Switch has had enough
of up and down
switch wants some middle ground
Switch claims doesn’t give a fuck
but is jealous of the hand
switch wants self control
Switch is tired of it all
doesn’t want to be made to choose
switch wants more than 2 options
Words Worlds Wards
My words
are all old words
I don’t like much
learning new words
My world
is an old world
I don’t like much
inhabiting a new world
My wards
are all young wards
I don’t like much
looking after old wards
My words
are all old words
I find myself repeating
all my old words
My world
is an old world
I find myself
reliving in my own world
My wards
are young wards
I find myself
mirrored in the glass of my wards
My words
are not new words
I’ve said them all before
I’ve no new words
My world
is not a new world
if I refuse to change
it is the same world
My wards
are not new wards
if I refuse to grow
then so will my wards
At Peace
I hear thunder
I see lightning
I smell rain
I feel the wind kiss my neck
Perpetually Hard
Perpetually hard
wish we are
we want to fuck good
& go far
want it all but
we want little effort
silver platters &
spoonfed rations
automatically alive
the opposite of death
handed lap dances
we want to be free for free
specifically self centered
inwardly concerned
the whole world burns down
around us so we can get it up
Turquoise Lake Haiku
Learning to let go
is harder than holding on;
routine vs. roulette
*** *** ***
Campground hosts walking
arm in arm before sunset;
a day’s work behind
*** *** ***
Trees sway in the breeze
ten thousand feet above sea;
Rocky Mountain high
*** *** ***
I rub worry stone
when happy, when I am sad;
its smoothness grounds me
Trip / reset
Trip / reset
clearing of the cobwebs
I am new
different from yesterday
I am complete
I am seeing things
I’ve never seen
Trip / reset
a changing of the guards
I am true
listening to my heart
I am whole
I am being things
I’ve never been
Trip / reset
this is balm
for my stubbed-toe spirit
skipping stones
across reflective ponds
but this body
is a vast lake
Trip / reset
it is not cavalier
I like the spontaneity
of this decision
I am at peace at sea
though this water
is fresh
Trip / reset
let me leave my worries
at the shore
like drops of blood
from feet cut
walking on
sharpened stones
I want to bring the beach home
all these ideas are not my own
Flip / eject
reset negative mindset
Tent Dreams
I just drank the equivalent
of a six-pack
I lack self-control
I am tired
so tired of this rigmarole
I am yawning
picking old food from my teeth
I am trying
to believe in anything
tonight I will have tent dreams
I’ve made my bed in backyard
I am sending my all
into the ether
keeping just enough for me
I am discouraged
by everyday life
I am dismayed by
the thought of leaving
but I am terrified
of standing still
