Short Poem
I close my
eyes to see her
there,
her frozen stare.
She’d met
mine in perfect
time.
Our eyes,
her starlight
and violets.
So quiet, so nameless.
Those heaviest dreams
are weightless.
The whispering wind
and a kiss on the lips,
so tasteless.
From the void, so faceless.
But these shapes in the black
still grace us.
On the ocean floor
the wind would still find its way
through her hair —
she makes the mermaids jealous.
I regret, we haven't met
So look for me on
The mountainsides.
With dark blue lips,
a frozen smile,
And snowflakes in my eyes.
You take them.
They take you.
You can feel them.
Or can you?
Down the hatch.
Stutter, mutter.
It’s all gone
underwater.
Do I feel… anything?
If I could care
I’d focus on feeling.
For now… I’ll… just stare.
Can’t feel… anything.
SSRI, SNRI, Hydroxyzine — Hydrochloride.
Sorry… so sorry,
So long for now… goodbye.
I‘m clearing up. Feel too much.
Take them again,
Straight through the brain,
numb, up the stem.
If you can’t feel
are you alive?
Dive in, float down,
and wish you could cry.
A Poem
Ecstatic with agony,
Smile like a god.
Beauty and pain,
Sleep like a log.
Look, see? It's running down the drain.
Cut it, burn it,
Cry like a cloud
Again and again,
Lose like a pound.
Look, see? It's running down the drain.
Break down hard,
Float like the heavens.
Rattle those chains,
Learn the devil’s lesson.
Look, see? it's running down the drain.
Kiss it all crimson,
Sink like an anchor.
Light up the brain,
You won’t thank me later.
Run it down the fucking drain.
A Poem
Resenting the world for what it isn’t, we tread on twisted sidewalks, only ever touching our shadows, always cast so heavily on the bare shoulders of these alleys.
And the way the lamp flickers from within its glass case — how could the wind have reached it? Or is it a breeze from a life passed that throws the mortal flame into its dance? But what of this life, how could it be touched so?
We listen for thunder on these cloudless days. Hollowed out by the sound of our own footsteps, we pray the lightning strikes us. We pray we find something here where we know you never were.
A Poem about a Dream
Characters, plot, and play within
my weary mind, filtering
out all but one
simple image, with which
to fall in love.
Sleeping, still, alive
and dead, lying, quiet
beneath the blue sheen,
deepest water holding,
bearing her pale face.
Snowfalls silent in
my timeless dream, cold
but not, alone but not.
I stop and study her
fragile form,
beyond my reach, beneath the stars
within my dream; I sit at the edge,
I peer through the glass,
and I wait for her
to open her eyes.
I saw a man in the bathroom.
He wasn’t who I was expecting.
His face was lifeless.
His eyes hung in his head
like sinking ships in a lost battle.
He wouldn’t smile at me.
I wonder who he is,
and where he’s going.
