Searching

Text: Rubber coated throatThrows meInto teenage dreamsOf green,Teaming at theSeams. Lean intoThis,Dream of paperbackScented leaves,Escape into the mindOf someone across the world,Live a lifeYou never hadThrough sensations lostCrossedAnd divided. Drink deeply.Lick the salt rim,Stand on the beach you weren’t born on,Walk the roads you’ve never droveAnd call it home.One day it might be.

The Other Body

Hands on the ceilingYou crawl. Legs bent and broken,Up against the wall. Head twisting,Mouth spitting, I wish I couldn’t see youAt all. What are you,But a part of me? A part of meOnly I’m capableTo see. I sing of your existenceCreate artWith resistanceI spread yourBane with assistanceName with insistenceNewly convinced,That I’m a simple mindedFool,Obsessed withAttention.

Glimmer

Rays of light reach through the windowduring hot, steaming showers. Dust,like glitter,falls. Sunken eyes of woodwatch my every step above. The sink downstairs runs.The children outside laughto the sound of birdsong. These are moments of claritythat I crave so deeply. The opposite of trigger;Glimmer, I’ve been told,is their name. The sensation of calm.

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?

Of Paint – Series of the Acrylic

Cloudstaste like staticand sound like grey matter, they part. a highway of whitegives way,candy ribbons cascade out of acrylic tubes. They color the worldlike paint. I’ve finally named this phenomena. I’ve realized what causes this joyousoccasion. It’s happiness. Is my body so weakened tohappinessthat it spills away from me? My tank cannot hold more than

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 Be the Bird

Text: To be the bird,as the earth quakeswould be a silent joy. We shriek as our perchesshiver. It is only a distraction.I will find calm ground later. For now,my only inconvenienceis the freedom I possess. Strange bipedallatch to their dirt,grass,asphaltand rock. They know only a facadethinking their freedom extendsthe most. There is more to lifethan

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

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.