Brain won’t stop
Keep trying, keep trying, keep trying
Awkward idiot banging on cymbals
Say something
Try to correct
Overcorrect
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Can’t stop
Free fall in the avalanche
Month: April 2017
Becoming
Jagged edges
light seeping through
cracks craze
breaking not from broken
but from creation
A poem is born
Stage 1
This life is a palace of disintegrating walls, breaking down, falling up, being rebuilt, this constantly flowing, litany of times passage, floundering, foundering in the fire of creation, lost amidst the rubble of pain, doubt, and hope
Stage 2
This life is a palace of disintegrating walls
breaking down
falling up
being rebuilt
this constantly flowing
litany of times passage
floundering
foundering in the fire of creation
lost amidst the rubble of pain
doubt
and hope
Stage three
life
a palace of disintegrating walls
breaking
falling upward
constantly flowing
litany of times passage
foundering in the fires of creation
lost
amidst
the rubble of pain
Of doubt
Of hope
Eternal dilemma
There are questions
that I want answers to
that I don’t want to ask
For fear of the answers
Or the consequences
Head ache
Tired beyond measure
The truth of things just taking shape
Can’t accept what I cannot change
Wanting you to hold me
As I fall apart
Rested is worse than sleep deprived
Disjointed connections
Lost in the noise
Swimming in the wander
Pain begins to bubble up
Hope trickles away
Tears falling
This frequency increases
A broken toy
Discarded
Fallen transition
The wind howls its pleasure
Standing the precipice
Eyes caress the night sky
Lovers long held
The storm whispers welcome
Kiss of chaos
Dance of order
Fury is its seeming
But love is its cause
Brush fingers across creation
Last embrace
Before it all begins
Tasting menu
Run red rivulet
Slashed jagged
Eager mouths pressed in
Slurping drops
To trickle
Tongue and lips sticky
Savoring the flesh
Scraping teeth
Hollow thump as crash
Breaking
Spattered across the ground
One step forward
One step forward
Eyes cast down
Heart threading
Waiting for a word of
Now
Explosive
Taking you in my arms
You are mine
I’ll not let you go
But you say
Pause
Wake the river
Whither to way
Or wither
Last rites of spring
Unpack come hither
Deceptive minx
All sunshine then stormy weather
Borrow trouble from the mother
Stir the blood
Wake it higher
Winter sleeps
Fitfully
