Category: poetry

Three moments of introspection

I

lamp heads, slaughterness, mistaken snakehounds

zapness, crudeville, old man nose

first time, last time, who knows realness

I forgot my face at the last ride and the carnival is winding down.

I’m in a race to find it so I can see with my own eyes…..what is real and not real

II

halfshank roadblock stinks of realness

I broke my foot on someone else’s problems

glass wedges between my toes and the spaces in my mind reserved for peace and quiet

toxicity oozing out of the doors I keep leaving open in my heart

but no one uses open doors, they just keep kicking down the ones I’ve shut and tried to lock

so I build walled in cities where no one can find me

multifaceted, multi protected to the hilt

and in the next breath, I beam a map with a big red “x” across the sky

dichotomy, two faced coin, which way will I let it land today:

come find me map

or

stay away wall

iii

softness=======

peace======slid-back eyes

======= breath=======clouds

=====fox in winter======breath

=====stillness======kept promise

======there I found it======

=====you can’t blame me=======

======for taking a breath=====

====but I bet you never thought=====

=====I would exhale======

===and find such peace====

======such answers=====

=====and the real surprise=====

====breath soft===== to find me===

====and then breath hard====and I found you

the thin red line

the thin red line hung in the air

wanting to be tasted by a lonesome ear

and then devoured by a lonesome soul

A cloudy wisp floated past obscuring the line for a second

but once this passed the line was clearer than ever

it twisted and struggled with its own identity

until it realized what it wanted to say

“I love you,” it said. 

and then it was finally at peace.

Lost in utopia

The lizard has lost its manners and is pulling a grumpy scowl across its face
The blue flower strays lackadaisically in the wind
Tall towers stroke the sky

We’ve lost our minds but we haven’t yet lost the universe

A half formed thought streaks across the sky in plaid letters
What do the letters say?
We don’t know.
We’ve lost our language and misplaced all our punctuation.
We flow through abstract sequences, colors bleeding into other colors.
Inanimate objects tell us what to think
Until…

We finally hit our head
feel our own blood run down our forehead
and wake up.

Wisp dreams

their dreams were wisps of smoke
            they prayed for rain
                   through the understated mahogany of the trees

the dotted stars faded in the morning 
           but the wisp prayers still hung in the air
                   unable to be blown away  in new gusts of wind

only the softly falling drops that finally came three months later
          finally washed away the answered prayers
                   like salt being washed from a wound

the cleansing rain awoke a new dream
    this time reflected in puddles that would last until the rain stopped
          and the new dreams echoed into the sky
                  with the rays of the sun.

stillness

stillness halts and lingers
ignoring the fantasy of truth
ignoring the framework of deception
and puts me on my guard

I cancel the stillness with an obscene amount of mental motion
my stillness feels like boredom
so I break its bonds 
and think I’ve found freedom

but until stillness can be still
fleeing it only leads to an illusion of freedom
a sticky web of the subconscious
that knows what it wants but keeps forgetting 
simple steps

be still everywhere
except your breath
be still-breath-be free

Be free of ugliness 
 of never ending cyclical motion

let stillness linger
find freedom