Little One

Little one, When I rise at 2am To hold you, squalling Red-faced and indignant And soothe you back to rest Against the cradle Of my ribs I gaze with wonder At the twin lights Of consciousness and feeling Dancing, birth-fresh Behind your eyes And I feel the weight Of your protection Press against my weak... Continue Reading →

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probably the wrong “somewhere”

slow-building, mundane pressures push me into a mold I don't like. voices, high and low, talk me into a corner I didn't choose. God's tireless chisel crumbles me into a shape I don't understand. my desires fracture and fly out from me in all directions. the path winds, and wanders, and fades into the blank... Continue Reading →

no, not at all.

sometimes I think if I drop a rope down, down into the deepest well of my mind and sit patiently in my little rowboat on the surface perhaps something surprising will crawl back out and I wonder would I sit and talk with it awhile? would I hurl it back into the shadow it came... Continue Reading →

please

in the blackness all I have is Your hand so don't pat me on the head and tell me it will all be all right don't shrink my head and tell me to try harder don't tell me I'm not enough don't tell me I'm just fine tell me the truth take me away lead... Continue Reading →

the killing jar

when I was a child, I sped out into the singing summer night to catch with clumsy hands the fireflies that flitted, fairy-like, above my upturned eyes. lovingly I placed them into the lidded jar that would later, to my confused tears, kill them. now that I am grown I feel I know the killing... Continue Reading →

ambition can fuck off for a day

"Dream big! Dream big!" My big dreams have made me into an ant, Hauling a burden a thousand times my weight-- For what? I'm just building somebody else's sand-hill empire. Give it one, good stiff rain And we'll see exactly what that sweat has built. "You do so much! You must be proud! Surely you... Continue Reading →

thorns

Presently, my day is measured out In tablespoons of coffee, Cigarettes, And entries on the punch-clock. Input sweat, output bills, No slack, no overflow--simple. But...I'm not simple. It's just a disaster When I try to pour my big, messy self Through the clean little funnel Of work and society And all that blah blah blah...... Continue Reading →

boxes

Boxes, lines, angles. Cages, walls, corners, Restrictions, borders. No one put me in this pen But me. God set me on the Earth and said “The world is yours. Get out there and dominate it.” I scratched my head, Scratched lines in the sand, Said “I’m good, thanks.” And God said, “For fuck’s sake.” He... Continue Reading →

dear depression

Dear Depression,If we are to get along together as roommates, there must be rules in place. First, so long as we abide in this glass house, we shall not cast stones. Second, don't interrupt me or finish my sentences--it pisses me off. In return, I won't talk over you, but allow you to speak your... Continue Reading →

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