The choice before you is simple, a bent fork in the road. On the one hand, you can walk away from all you’ve ever known, all of the pearls of knowledge you’ve collected and where around your neck as a precious necklace. Or, you can continue down the path with blinders restricting your vision, showing … Continue reading Split Roads – A Poem
Bridges should lead from one place to another, a new place with promise and possibilities. And if the bridge does not function properly, burn it to the ground and rebuild it.
My cat paws at my leg, wanting scratches while I write. I gently scratch behind her ears, listening to her purr luxuriously while I stare at the blank Word document in front of me. Inspiration takes its time finding me while my cat enjoys the moments of bliss from attention that is often provided but … Continue reading Scratching while blank – A Poem
To be your sledgehammer, knocking away the debris from around your heart, your mind, and your spirit. Might need a shovel too, digging up all the broken earth that has been compacted over the best parts of yourself, the parts you want to show me but have not seen daylight for many years.
My vision clears after a night, at least I think it was night. The stars were covered by clouds, a cool breeze pulled my hair out of the tight knot it was in. Loose bangs in my face, clinging to the wet bottle in my hand as I take a long sip and try to … Continue reading 20/20 – A Poem
I listen to heavy metal crashing outside my room’s been cleared of bugs but I can’t say the same for the woman. Delousing pubic hair seems wild but the fashion police wander like jackals at a gut wagon.
Frustration sets in, like a dog trying to find a safe spot on an electrified floor. Soon enough, despair sets in, becomes a drinking buddy, a hopeless friend to whittle away the hours like so much unnecessary wood shavings. And I begin to lose sight my eyes close tightly shut, a thick filmy liquid that … Continue reading Closing – A Poem
Mouth-watering as the ham is laid on the platter. Sweet potato casserole that is too sweet for my blood sugar, but it’s Christmas, so I indulge. Sweets and cookies, brownies and fudge, but most of all, the best part is spending the day with the people I love.
Love is an abstract (obvious in a mundane way) and there can’t be any form or reason to a chemical reaction inside a gland stuck inside a bone prison wallowing in a vat of lies, half-truths, delusions, and dreams: All abstracts given form function purpose precision by a meat suit hurtling toward the abyss at … Continue reading Formed – A Poem
Troubled waters, rain coming in cold. The wind kicks it in my face, wetting my beard. I don’t see the shoreline anymore. If there is land out there, I haven’t seen it in days. Thunder cracks the sky like an anvil being struck. I never get the smell of salt off my skin, even after … Continue reading If there’s land out there – A Poem