Thinking outside of the casket
"we’ve always done things this way."
blending with the blame,
because I’m insane.
will you wash your hands at the thought of shaking mine?
in the curved mirror of desperate desire, we taxied,
born from the storm
of lies and minds hearing only what they don’t like & believe;
hearing the pounding deconstruction of intangible bridges(?)
remembering darkness, satin clouds
seeping alone cleaning slates, invisible going.
thunder thinks it knows what rolls
mixed up
Oasis of Soundlessness
pretty smiles hiding behind beautiful moments of sadtitude,
mistaking pain for beauty,
the raw power of attitude
so tired i don’t sleep
or weep
can you help me remember who i am?
my life, my time
gone
now, here so gone, so far gone is unkindness from me
so cold to not even complain
you are
not
me
i saw a not guilty quilt, a poem sewn thereon, a wife musing her missing husband,
SAYING
SOME MEN ARE TOO GENTLE TO LIVE AMONG WOLVES
but wolves have purpose
like capitalizations in poetry
and capitol cities feeding on fearing starvation
feeding hunger
i still feel you here hungers
another year
fading
clear of
me
dreaming about everything
'as if'
it’s all about me
i