What just happened
inside of me?I felt my body miss youthen my digestive systemdistracted me.I grabbed a penand my notebookto write aboutthe way thatthe thought ofyoumakes me feel. AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED
Four Thousand Miles
my phone lays silentas you fly through the airto a new countryto start a new chapter in your lifewhat will you see?what will you create?what will your story be?share it with meas I attempt to write my own
Some Shit
When at last I close my eyes,and my mind removes me from my currentreality,and tries to decide what to think upon,the concept ofyouarises.Why?I don’t know.I try to label it:guilt?syzygy?that ever presentbut never mentionedbond?I just don’t know.
I am mortally inclined to feel
used tissue
is it the [faint reverberation]of pain in your voice that speaks to me?[flowing][creeping] past my ears, into the fogof latencywhere you shine no lightbut are willingto explore in darkness feel your way through the mistwith your broken fleshstretched and torn:scars that hide your scarsuntil you feel my gazeand relight your eyes as you press your […]
you told me that my voice would be heard
and though I have no belief in prophecies-convincing utterances-your assurance is appreciated.it’s been a long time since mywaking dreams have beenfantasticwonderfulhopefulI have so little of thatso, regardless of your intentions,thanks,it helped.Why did those words help?Or, the real question,why do your words help?is it our agreed temporality?(facades still impress upon us)is it your conviction?(say anything convincingly […]
I speak for myself
defied descriptors
Am I scared of the past?Am I scared of the future?Am I scared of you?Am I scared of myself?Am I selfish?Sometimes that seems the most likelyIt’s strange to thinkthat 3 free morphemes6 phonemesone or two secondsof vocal reverberationjust a bit ofdisplaced aircauses so much anxietyit’s so easy to sayusually…but not last night. I offered,support,encouragement,hope,logical comfort,but […]
Purged of faith
the soul despairswhen forced to ask,what is a soula concrete answereludes usIs this because our soul is fluid?or because the idea of a soul is the resultof anthropocentric delusions of grandeur?Can we call the results ofprescribed fantasies,false instructions,misleading guidance…delusions?They are not the result of yourown poor reasoning.There are the product ofanother’s inability to peer into […]
A Mean Poem
What is your presence to me?an interruption?a derailment?a bewilderment?a friendship?temptation?a series of pixelsmakes a codeprovokingstimulatingnew situationssame old feelings I should not play the gamethere’s a lot more at stakethis time
