She is... both alive in me And gone to this world. ~~~ She is... My baggage I will never drop And always pick up Teetering on the verge of sanity. ~~~ She is... The wind That plays in the leaves That jostle the grasses To make the most beautiful Whoosh. ~~~ She is... The voice … Continue reading My Mom – September 10, 2019
I’d rather it be me, than you, You ask why. Because I know what’s on the other end. An intensity, A tightness That won’t let go. It grips you, And holds you hostage Silent to its prey. I’d rather it be me, than you. But wait, Then it’d be you.
My eyes too unsteady, As it hits. Focus, blurr I try again Closed then opened Rubbed raw Blinking World is shaky Untamed Unknown Spaced out Trying to snap out Ending at a compromise Tilt slightly to the left And I am somewhat free
Gifts of whispering futures, Curse the living past. Present problems now. Always seeing what’s coming, At least you know when to duck.
So far, I’ve mostly let you piece me together, or make up your own mind. Sometimes creating someone else’s story is so much more fun. So, if you’re satisfied with what you know, I’d stop reading this post now. But if curiosities killed the cat, then here we go... I am not good at owning … Continue reading Talking to you…Nice to finally meet you 8/3/19
Blankly, gazing out at you Void of everything I once knew. A pickle jar, Emptied. Tongue’s grit Rough and sore. ~~~ Don’t spoil Your sour mood, For me. Or anyone. But lick your lips, And twist tight, What you might. Until the seal stops, And your wounds have healed. ~~~ Words retracted, Or withheld. Kept … Continue reading Pickled Crow – July 26, 2019
Lingering in my lust, For what I can no longer touch. Breathing fire, To taste the Sweetness. Dessert before dinner Leaves nothing Forward, After it’s expired. To begin again, One foot heads In a direction While the other tarries In the hunger I’ve built up For you.