Roaming in my old soles,
Shifting with every eye.
Long horns and jet legs:
Spirit and the Darkness.
Long lasting in the dark night,
Some coming in the late sun.
Some forgetting to ever run.
In a bucket of madness
Spitting into all rocks.
Fast asleep on never gone.
Category: frustration
Balloons (day 1236)
There’s a knot –
Like lost balloons
Or flipped garbage –
Building.
It’s animosity.
Uncontrollable
With aggressive voices,
Emptyness
Berzerkers.
A team of it
And I’m not
Turning around
To acknowledge it.
Hope and What’s Lost (day 1213)
It’s no longer a crazy game
Of hand feeding hand.
Lust is not lost and
Games never end.
But look, it’s midnight.
My eyes have become swollen
With misery and trying,
And I’m loosing the edges
Of my bitter plan
For tomorrow.
I never hoped for you,
I never crossed my fingers
And bled questions into my
Well worn Tarot cards.
Here I was lost.
No. Here I wasn’t lost,
But it was here that
I began to remember
Who had soiled these sheets
With kindness and piss.
I cannot discover pleasure
Lurking behind bass cabinets.
I cannot look any longer
Into the abyss of your eyes.
Importing (day 1207)
I am not a death trap,
I am an endless vortex
Of time wasting progress bars
Directing my attention left to right
Like I’m some kind of retro hippy
Looking for the signs.
I’m not a slow moving timeline,
I’m updated frequently;
Moving like a well oiled dance floor.
This is not death.
This is running.
Importing.
And I’m waiting.
Forget (day 1182)
Forget my tender roses that grow
Beneath the hearth, so warm.
Forget I promised a thousand tomorrows
As one day never arrived.
Forget purple surges amongst our veins
Late when the moon lit our hearts.
Forget crimson skies, tomorrow’s disguise
For lifeless I’ve never remained.
Forget my whispers as they echo on,
Alone in your daddy’s penned name.
Formulated Crumble (day 1149)
Biscuit bushes crash my landing
Stumbling from here to there
Upside down maps in a field of grass;
Whatever the cost.
Twin bed of memories;
I couldn’t sleep tonight.
I couldn’t crumble my formulated wealth
Into sub-sectional mastery.
But if I was a truth say’er
Gifting this shit into inexperienced hands…
If I was withered like soul-less dumplings
I’d be the better man, smoking gaily.
Floating Tragedy (day 1146)
My heart floats into a tragedy
Like cats painted on my baby boys nursery wall.
Destined and predetermined
And midnight moon lonely.
Don’t scare me.
Don’t listen to those lonely secrets.
Don’t float the note, sealed in the
Hand-crafted sailing boat down the community stream.
Don’t cry the grass alive
From your lonely tower.
I’m a birthday balloon
From cheap dollar store blues.
My heart floats on into tragedy.
A single bill with no underlining.
I’m a water and chips
At the liquor store diner.
I’m on the lonely side of uncomfortable fabric.
And my heart floats into unrequited tragedy.
And your loose limits
Are crying my name.
Sweating (day 1143)
Salty
Crawling skin
Hopeless escape
Plight (day 1135)
I lost my brother who shared my hat
And my sister who carried my coat
So I was left under the oak
Hoping the canopy would be my warmth.
But little did I know from behind the cedar
They were giggling and watching my plight.
Floorboards (day 1105)
Pearls fell out my pocket today
As I shook from head to toe.
No, it was not a dance of
Twenty-some toes,
But a fury so deep
It saturated my own regret.
I laid there as they rolled about
Uneven floorboards.
Face to floor;
Face to roof.
I was uncomfortable
And still aloof.