Caution breeds
Egg casings populate
Drab halls
Pupate steps taken away from safe
Away from sleep
Each step into unknown
Fraught peril
Drink draught
Last cacophony before
Senescence
poetry month
Frission between wake and sleep
Dream sleep functions
Unreal until dances the leaf
Last kiss
Last touch
Last time
Remembered night
Growing cold
Waiting for embrace
Skin shivers
As I
Unmoved
Stand
Ends and beginnings and ends
What grows when thoughts of possible
When all seems bright
Expansion begins
Rooms long closed open
Thoughts long dust and dusty
Rejuvenate
Hope bursts as bloom
Fed fat on spring and blood
These rooms pass time empty
Doors swing shut
Sighs like lamentation in the downstairs closet
Sleepy forms just waking
Turn over in their uneasy beds
And at the end
I dwindle
To bared steel
Sharp eyes
And a heart once whole
Thrice broken
And slowly
Slowly
On the mend
Storms whimpered rage
Wall of dust
Come swallow me
Let me disappear within you
Flay flesh
Flense to the bone
This vehicle has outlived usefulness
I’m ready
Hard to see when you are lying to yourself
Stumble fall
Anxiety dissipates
Leaving the shattered remains
A broken puppet to its designs
The lie
He tells to make him feel better
That it was all anxiety
That it wasn’t his fault
But it is
It was
Pay attention
Wake up
Done
Ugh
There is no poetry for how I feel
No cure for distress found in words
Nothing will suffice
Except her
True talk
Fuck
Fuck fuck fuck
No words
Churning gut of worry
Wondering if you are ok
If you are hurt
If you need help
And can’t say
You say that it’s fine
But the word choices aren’t you
And the worry ratchets up
Are you under duress
Or is it some mood I haven’t seen
I’m inches away from doing something foolish
Or brave
You can never tell which
Until after
Waiting for ascension
She looks
Eyes brushing mine
Begging
Pleading
I’d change it all
If she said Please
If she said
I want what I desire
She deserves so much more
Than she’s settled for
Immobile
I smile
And say
It’s your decision
Yes and I come
A dancers gait
Swirl in golds and green
Livid colors burning
Faces wan with yearning
Dancers take the stage
Each twist
Each turn
In burning
Passion making form
Becoming function
Step into arms
Whirled out
Sun baked breezes
Choice for the choosin
Still dark freeway
Green white letters flashing past
Too quick to read
Beams of light blinding
Mirrors reflecting twin beams of migraine
Slouch not enough to escape
