Were my hands not
Coated in blue and rubber
Covered in the grime and froth of you
I’d slip beyond
My aching heart muscle
My pulsating hope muscle
Press pause
Scream your name
Liar
Stranger
Then skip to the next song
Tag Archives: Poetry
Running Meditation
I invade
Your privacyYour every thought
The space you squatThe peace within
The tales you spinYour very story
And yes, God’s gloryMocked sociality
Run from me
Upper Flat
She sat on high
Thick legged
In simple summer frill
And damned right she didn’t care
Since he was cozied close
Parisian-like despite their li’l bungalow
Quite pleased, most pleased
With the noisy air
The abundant lack
And the red lipstick
The Search For Strings
Some other song
Still the cello’s rolling drawl
Still the violin fiddling with convention
Still the red and grey and wooded
And white
Still the notes hanging, then slow-motion wafting
On high
Still the Beautiful
Signs
Cat hair blanket
Cry in’ pillow
Red music sheets
Too-tall mattress
Concrete headboard
Trackless dreaming
Find a secret place
Pray
Elements Of
Similes use me
Metaphors mock me
Memories fail to existTo be as loved
To be loved
To resemble
To becomeWhat is it like
What is this
efflorescence
Let each Day be a brick
A brick placed in the wall
The wall inscribed with words
With words only for me
For me you were the hope
The hope I’d love again
Love again you fool
You fool brick wall of words
Status
Soaked in and wrung out as the Sun at day’s end
With only the scorched skin to show
Hands up and head back, to laugh is the key
At best and at worst, I am faced to knowI
Amuse
Me
Faux
I’m a mail-order bride
Don’t get me wrong
But you know dating
Is a too-tragic song
From far away to there
In sixty-seconds flat
White dress, bare feet
Golden Boy, beat that
The Trouble
In benevolent disguise
The mighty workhorse sets out to tarry
With trouble to cause and pain to promote
So much static you don’t know the difference
Between assent or enslavement
Surrender or defeat
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