Heritage

Blank slate. Empty page,Open road,pavement crumbles with eachroll of my tires, each step of my feet. My mother ceased to existwhen I left home, I forgot myself,left somewherein the grocery aisles ofmy childhood. What happens whenI tryto go back? Can I put the road back together again,with melted shoesand beeswax? Can I sniff out the

I’ve Lost You

When reminiscing on the destituteRecall the painAnd acknowledge it by name. Scream it till you’re coarse. Fingertip glanceAt the listOf horrors you once called home. But,Anger is a candle,It’s wicked. Black,Soot lineMascara still in the wrinkles of skinBy your eyes You feel it populate yetSmile with glowing teeth. Have you never watched a candle burn?

Caught, v4

I used to saythat when the sun shinedin just the right way,that the world lookedlike paint. Paintdrops Candied ribbons,fall upon my flattened tongue. Soak into my veinslike you did once before. The way you colored soundinto the air,the way birds sangthe names of your hues were times of euphoria. When did life become dried,flakey asbestos?

Catch it Once More

Do I smell the sun?Do I smell the ocean?Is there a typical wordTo simply describeWhat brings back theseImagesThoughtsFeelings of peace?I see the sun set that certain wayAs it always seems to do just thatWhen I feel you. Is this important?Am I important?Is this telling me something? It’s hardThis is hardThe hardest best sense of existanceThat

From One False Life to Another

A song plays,it reminds meof a time now gone. The dizzying spellof memoriesblur the lines of what is realor what is false. I believe nothing is fake,there can be accurate truthor inaccurate truth. So then,what is it that I seein my past? How much of my life has been lived accurately? how much of my

To the Mirror

Text: Shush, Quiet. Time to hold myself,in my softest regard,it’s about time I speak To him. Him,Me. Us. I wonder how lonely it must beto only be one. It has beenseemingly a lifetime Since I felt such quiet. I have not retreated,the enemy has. He dare not desecrate my landfurther,I finally am the soldierI vowed

When I die,

When I die,I am given the choiceto remember. As my eyes flutter close,My skinmoldssomething it has done before. Which to choose? Male,scruffy,I think I was a sailor. Or,Ferret,flashing lightson either side of me. The hedgehog was there,too. (I believe we angered something.) But now I am him,me.I’m short,Soft eyes,with a growing beard. I will not

The leaves cut

The leaves cut- Eviscerate As I walk below their branches. What is it that I have done? Oh,they say I have forgotten. You seethe world tells me storiesand it has been assigned to meto relay them. Not to anyone but me,I transcribe. They seehow I forgetmy one job; Though I have many others,(and I’m quite

Happiness and I

Happiness and I,We haven’t been acquainted. A guest I see from across the room,Though we’ve met eyes,I do not know your name. I know of Fear,He has been overwhelming. I know of Softness,We seek each other out like lovers. But Happiness,Why are you so shy?

Ancient Beings

Bed between ancient beings,Roll in their gravityThey pull and sway. I wake up to new facesof swirling cloudsand chemical coloring,meteor tear dropsfall, garnish the rings around their fingersthey shine even brighter. Night sky melodies are what sing me lullabiesand I’m reminded of a home I’m too smallto inhabit.I bed beside the Earth,when I’m feeling tethered.