Posts Tagged Poems
Dark Sun Through Broken Windows
Waving at
frozen suns, begging
for warmer
lives, seeking
quiet times when love will not
be missing, stolen
.
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.
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.
.
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.
.
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
.
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.
They Were Everywhere After I Awoke
When I hear
the monsters coming,
I hide, and
they don’t hear
me, but they look at me and
see dark disaster.
While Working on Using Any Wisdom I Might Possess
Pilots fly
us to the other
side and we
fall, fail, and
oceans swallow us deeply
looking for old men.
I Struggle Early (and Often)
There are morn-
ings when I can’t get
out of jail,
details pop,
humans strangle, cutting, leav-
ing insane self down.
.
One day, the sun, the trees, and the light post marked my mood.
A Day Crossing Some Unusual Desert Land
Grayed windows
highlight slimy life,
creepy sun
sending them
off to hide, sorting mismatched
colors, death soon here.
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