Archive for category Poems

Today, During Meditation, I Slept a Bit

Crawl under

skin hiding cupcakes,

make frosted

tempers stop.

Blazing sun arises to

dark, lost souls. Looking.

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One Cold Night in Cincinnati in 1982

Sliding a-

way, making room for

giant, dark

buildings with

false fronts, reaching and pulling

teeth and hair.

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Dark Sun Through Broken Windows

Waving at

frozen suns, begging

for warmer

lives, seeking

quiet times when love will not

be missing, stolen

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Etude 2017-14 — Mr Jones, Is He in the Room

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This Is a Career, Son

Mister Jones,

is he in the room,

under woods,

on the line?

No, he’s killing me, boarding

my soul with cheap fire.

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On Tuesday, Meditation Did Big Things to Me

Some days, I’m

healed, craving deep,

frozen time,

holding this

now, wishing for old friends, but

they’re gone, so I sit.

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By Myself, I Can’t Get Back Up Again

I fall in

roadside ditches, mud

splashes my

face, smothers

my blown hopes, but some grant me

grace, allow me life.

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When the Space Is Crashing In On Me

I’ve lost all

battles, drying out

in fierce winds,

waiting for a permanent history

where I fall no more

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The Dogs Pointed Toward Eternal Silences

When rain comes,

old smiles flatter dogs,

I’m dying

below gray

rock, and morgues speak of silent

dances, my last squeels

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The Darkness Ceased for a Moment

They crawl out

of soil, to help, to

forgive me,

to hold me,

showing me I’m not in hell,

beveling, I’m warm.

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