These lungs are a metaphor;

coughing up something

that doesn’t belong 



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

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