Sketch by BMM She never let me in. So, I never let anyone in either.
Category: poetry
Curtain Call – December 9, 2020
Sitting in the moon light So I can see you In it’s gaze Laying down And breathing in Until it hurts Releasing The madness Pouring out Into a mist All around us Floating Like bees in the dark Leading the blind And Misplaced It has always been me You truly see In the gaze Of … Continue reading Curtain Call – December 9, 2020
Where it Goes – December 5, 2020
Lured To a place My rhythm Dances on Forgetting Where I started And where I fell down The blind eye We all have Exists for a reason ~~~ In spite The river ran dry
Mazed – December 1, 2020
Rolling in the hills That surround my home Bleeding out the front door Skipping beside you Down the front path Only stopping In the middle To take in everything Arms raised, opened To the vast unknown Nothingness I look for you A feeling That’s agitating And comfortable I sit stagnant In my chair In the … Continue reading Mazed – December 1, 2020
Nude – November 8, 2020
A million moons Glistening in the ripple Of the tide Floating vagrantly A lone finger Swimming Through the cool abyss Until I find you
November 3, 2020
Find your peace.
It’s Complicated – October 22, 2020
Softly Blaring my name Fingering my way to the post Where you are Where you stood Lost and lonely Inside the beginning That was once you I can’t make out Your shadow It’s too big Confounding the shape I saw and knew Floating Past me Into an enigma Of love and hate I hold So … Continue reading It’s Complicated – October 22, 2020
Turbid – October 21, 2020
The energy escapes me I pivot and fall It’s there But not where I’m Supposed to be If anywhere at all
Egoist – July 17, 2020
So numb to the world My pages are empty My pen has run dry And the lead Has slipped From the wood With a crack The longer this derails The more that is said I’m spiraling inward Landing right back in my own head
October 21, 2020
If there is something after death, I will find you.
Counting Worms – September 26, 2020
We’ve talked often But this This Was more intimate She held me And caressed My stained soul Something no other living being Had done Staring into her eyes She made me feel whole All of the problems in the world Were suddenly still A temptress at her best I squandered in her presence Marveling At … Continue reading Counting Worms – September 26, 2020
State of the Times – September 6, 2020
Here we go suckers ~~~ Saddle Up ~~~ Half ass answers If you please ~~~ What’s going on Make believe We’re living in a backwards ease ~~~ Never Never Land Peter, pass the Hook ~~~ Excuse me fears I no longer pucker With many Tears
In Your Ear – September 30, 2020
My words Cannot droop As low as I Want to take them I can’t even Beg them to go Where they need to be They traipse Along My fissure Occluding The space I’ve always Wanted to inhabit
Talking to you…10/13/20
PARTS AND PIECES Image The smell of warm concrete and chlorine, the summer used to hold me hostage. There was an oversized rectangular concrete slab children climbed upon to tug and pull at their sticky bathing suits, while watching themselves in an equally large reflective piece of cloudy glass hanging on the wall. When it … Continue reading Talking to you…10/13/20
Sorry – October 12, 2020
I don’t much feel like sharing right now I’ll leave you with my mood As the sky has left me
Perspicacity – June 26, 2020
The glass I see you through Bends who you are to me You don’t pretend To hide your thoughts So why should I from you Well Because Your glance expects me to
Left As Kindling – September 23, 2020
For what it’s worth I no longer feel Unless, your touch alone Scorches Prodding me As deeply as a touch Once did Beautifully burning Serenity Uncontrolled And timid ~Losing everything all at once~ And there In that space I come alive And ignite The air You exhale
Tacit – September 23, 2020
What do we know, What are we told? When it gets quiet And no one’s talking We are left Alone To lay in silence.
Nighttide – September 19, 2020
Stillness, under The indigo sky Dusk Swallows me whole Along with the crisp smells Of a dying summer Lit by the warmth Of so many nights
Stream of Conscious – September 15, 2020
The thick air Brackish in its tint Dives deep into my lungs Where I become free Listening to the noises In the great wide open Softly bending my attention Escaping Everything Like butterflies Into the limpid sky A dotted haze Floating off To somewhere
