constantly tinkering
toying in turn
churning and yearning
and combing inward
what does it mean
I haven’t the urge
just sort of liked
this rhythm of words
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the war unseen
Even in times of peace
the war unseen
rages on inside
someone, somewhere
like a match
full of absolute sulfur
just a spark
heard yet never seen
felt like a ghost
in the corner of the eye
ready to strike
and oh how it does,
oh how it haunts.
poetry is spam
A large portion of
poetry is spam.
But I don’t eat that stuff,
at least not until I get to see Hawaii
then who knows?
I hear, fried with an egg, it’s good.
When in Rome, you know;
when in Rome.
a kind of dance
Nobody
gets out of there own way
they just get in the way of others
watch, listen, blend in
and you’ll see.
Hyde in Jekyll’s clothing.
Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde
unleashed by use of potion
as swift as light
as evenings cloak
a wrecking ball in motion
of skin and flesh
a heart so dark
devoid of all emotion
it’s midnights grip
from which I hide
and seek to cure
this strange compulsion
like many men
before my time
who tried to rid the notion
of good and evil
within one mind
a harlequin commotion
where in the end
come banging fists
as silent screams approach him
to slay the monster
from within
the cure his own expulsion
and in plain clothes
lay to rest
Hyde in Jekyll’s clothing.
nervous wreck
If you take comfort
in the fact that
each day
each person you encounter
is their own personal
nervous wreck
than I think this whole life thing
full of strange responsibility
and odd accountability
just gets a little easier,
a little more bearable.
semi colons &
It was raining cats and dogs
when she spoke in
semi colons &
claustrophobia.
I’m glad you’re here,
she said.
I told her that
I was glad that she was too.
So we continued our
run on sentences &
admiration a while longer
before settling on goodbye.
It had stopped raining
and the sun was coming out.
As for the cats and dogs
they lay sleeping sound.
the other day.
I made Pico de Gallo
the other day
and it needed salt
so I added salt
then put it away.
Then I took a nap
and woke up
more tired
than I’d been before I’d shut my eyes.
Then I wrote a song
drank some beer and
called it a day.
Nobody had to know I existed
and I was fine with that.
The Pico still needs work though,
I’ll send word.
Saturday morning
Saturday morning
woke me up
scratching and sour.
Then I wrecked my pants
feeling lousy, still
I went to my workshop
estranged from the world
yet there in that room
among strangers
who some
I call friends
I felt
Inspired
& well
Happy
So we told our stories
and while listening to Avi read about
Bob in a shipyard explosion
all that other stuff just kind of
went away.
Rapid Eye Movement
You are an embarrassment
he said while picking my pockets
vacant I stared idle
in an undisclosed location
Danielle sat next to me
tenderly stroking the inside flesh
of my arm although
we’d only spoken a handful of times
back in grade school, he said again
Nobody likes you, you know
So I just agreed with him because
her fingers felt like grasshopper wings
fluttering through my mind, he
looked a deep sorrow longer
and that’s where he began to cry
I am sorry my friend, I said while he
cradled me like a new born lamb
only I was much bigger than him
so by the end of it it was I who was
more so doing the cradling, then
as he disappeared effortlessly
Danielle and I sat a long while
next to one another, her hair
long dark and full of whispers
while the room filled with necessary strangers
Holding hands for a while she said,
you aren’t that bad you know
he just really loves you is the point
and then too disappeared into a sea of snakes
which I could not swim
while the couch turned to an island
I sat sipping from my cup
the bitter dark liquid I had earlier poured.
Words Of An Average White Male 