remote

when i listen to the sound of words

that pelt me without shelter

in a storm of fury, there is no rainbow.

saddest thing to see 

depression taking form.

shifting from languid emotion

and intangible words

into a person burdened

with shackles and weights

instead of shoes.

tech

down the rabbit hole i go,

‘round the tree six times,

where i end up? 

who knows.

eight

cloud, my ice cream,

sweet slopes of puff.

yum.

good morning

i’ve got fluff in my ears

to cancel out what i don’t want to hear

but it doesn’t always work that way.
 

every morning she screams and yells.

what started it? i can’t tell.

but it always is aimed at me.
 

she drives me up the wall

and i haven’t got anyone to call

so i wallow slowly in my misery.

day by day my release draws near

and i gather the things that i hold dear,

waiting for that moment to escape. 

hopefully by then
(though, i’m not sure when)
i’ll be sane again. 

just

once upon a blade

where the fine line

leads to the edge,

i hovered and stared

at the haggard expression

reflected on the metal

that was soon 

to start me,

anew.

what i look forward to

Today I took the time

to flip through a few forgotten photographs

and what I saw made me think.

for hours, the clocks hugged the wall.

Memory, old and scratched,

it skips and stops on certain tracks.

Playing the same old thing of the past:

The words you said last.

Ten times over, I’d listen

to make sure the pain was real.

But my eyes remain dry

while my heart cries.

Read to me, momma,

and make me forget

how much we’ve aged.

voice muted, fade away.

I want tomorrow and tomorrow and holidays

to be born out of love

and not monetary gains.

maybe there won’t be so much pain.

Let’s not fight again.

2.65%

i want my fingers to be

rubbed raw on the neck

of my violin. 

picking staccato.

sweeping with my soul

a slow and mournful tune.

larghissimo.

blisters!

zombie apocalypse, found again.

tiny shafts of light can pierce

the seemingly unending night.

how long must we linger,

after an eternity, inhabited

in the innermost circle of hell?

obscure hope.

through the darkness,

hear a story liberated from

a ten year vow of silence.

in the face of genocide-

lean, taught and sparse-

for the sake of our future.

a diseased mind feared evil,

six million times,

liberated their pain and loss,

to warn the living, who have not

come to care to learn from the past.

corpse.

cereal killers, a found poem.

cultured people with diseased minds

slaughter six million times.

it could happen again:

broken a thousand times, 

imagining the corpse.

he saw and touched

and TASTED directly,

made that journey too quickly.

the greatest indignity,

an eternity.

see

once upon a time

when communicable diseases

raged and plagued,

a fist with devil horns

controlled the midnight mass.

cloth

if you could see what i see,

wouldn’t you feel the same?

the burning flame

named, frustration,

the sore eyes from tears

that race to fall…

it happens again.

and again.

never

end.

laws

have i told you?

as soon as forever is through,

i’ll take my leave and part from you.

have i told you?

as soon as eternity ends,

i’ll break the promises, and wont make amends.

have i told you?

the last thing i’d do

is imagine a place without you.

forever, i love you.

optional

per hour is the charge,

menial is this chore.

so idling my mind goes,

buildup of magic:

inside my membrane they flow.

until they worm out of my head

in a rainbow with pelting keys.