You are a monkey,
You are a goon,
You are the matchsticks
That end this song.
Category: frustration
This is not Life (day 1290)
What are these breaths of terror streets?
What bringeth this indescribable blabble?
Shall it speak for all of my soul: truths,
Or shall mystery shroud over, unspoken?
Un-mystery my salad meats, for I am becometh origin.
Controlling dreams in an undecided, unclad barbaric soul.
Feeding on these terror streets.
And here I yell: “Let these snakes regain territory!”
I shall not feed on unsuspecting vegetation.
I shall not feed on unsuspecting vegetation.
I shall not feed on unsuspecting vegetation.
I shall not feed on unsuspecting vegetation.
This is not life.
Distancing Footsteps (day 1287)
Too many nights
I’ve been
Awaiting your call.
Like a whispering tree,
I’ve spun around with wild wind.
Can you call out
My name,
So I know it’s not dead?
There’s a pen at my study,
Perhaps spell it instead?
Long howls in deep darkness
Play our lonliest tune;
A soloists trumpet,
A clear moon and my
Distancing footsteps.
Trembling Fog (day 1281)
There was a fog,
An “I can barely open my eyes
And the cool glasses aren’t just for show”
Kind of fog.
It started circling round my brain
Then slowly moved south towards
Innermost feelings and dire consequences
Like some kind of fire truck
Of intentions, aware and sober
And fighting the repercussions
Of a long lonely night spent hanging on
To old blues songs from the heart.
This fog did not reside in an empty bottle,
This was the sober realization of
Thirty something with a cross eyed and
Hair brained idea,
Shifting from left to right,
Idling on those soft hands full
Of dermatologically recommended’s best.
And that was the fog so thick
Sunglasses were required.
Holy Aurora (day 1275)
I’m losing track of what I once thought.
Short strings of innocence have begun to clot
Like some tumultuous rukus house
On a Thursday night stagette.
Holy Aurora.
I’ve left home to dance, and I don’t feel any different;
I’m undone in my head and I can’t sing anymore,
So please god, open the sky to me,
Open and bring me sweetly on home
In the coming’s I’m getting,
And I don’t feel it anymore.
Root Cause (day 1274)
I don’t want to explore your heart,
I don’t want to balance the abundance of the universe
Upon two lovely chakras and deep kiss.
No one wants to be this alive.
Life, as alive, blooms in bounty
Interpolating yesterdays and tomorrows
Until far away lands caress.
Throw me away long glances.
There will be no answered questions.
I will not be your root cause.
Little Lines in First Frost (day 1270)
I am lost.
I am scraping little lines
That have never been enscribed,
To make innocence
Fear what is left far behind.
I enlist savory moments
To stay for the show,
Letting hair down
Shoes loose,
In long shadows of denial.
But in spite my madness,
My carrying on as such and forth,
I am lost again;
Awoken by first frost.
Pinnacle (day 1269)
A pinnacle followed me into the end,
Silently shadowing my memory.
I grasped at the difference
A moment too late;
Long was I left with remorse.
So awkwardly I walk on
Like a diamond disguised,
Forever a last wish
My summer’s now end.
Soiled Over You (day 1266)
Soiled over you,
I’m a blade of grass
Diggin’ in to fight the wind.
So leftover, so recycled,
So used up;
Diamond eyes
I’ve seen forever.
Like my soiled plans,
Lightly disturbed.
Games we’re not playing
As forever’s long forgotten
While lists keeps gettin’ on.
Ancient Eyes (day 1257)
I rolled my ancient eyes
Into unwanted memories,
Unwanted flickers of
Brutal awakenings
That shook the very soil
I’ve stepped so lightly upon.
Here I invited a ghost
To stand beside me,
To shoot the breeze
Like patio beers at
Mid-summer dusk.
Consciously I rolled forward.
I opened to daylight
Lapping at the heels of
My unwanted recollections
Where I groped my way home
With tender affection
And battle wounds
Bourn amongst
Leftover scrapings
Upon my wall.