I dream of her
green eyes and
red hair, I
dream of her.
each night a
silent movie
plays, black on
white yet I
know for sure
her eyes be
green and the
fire in her hair
is calling me
there
coming out
I came out – a writer
a long, long time ago
I came out – no lightning
in a language, fading slow
I came out – dreaming
of healing a broken mind
I came out – hoping
my words could mend me
I came out – a writer
the dream of hope still
alive
to feel safe
the fear of feeling anything apart from safe drives my life and my numbing exercises, the excessive consumption of nectar, the carefully interwoven patterns of fondling of self and the hours that remain – sold to whomever pays the highest, the avoidance of all else is the price I pay – to feel safe
dreaming; not dreaming
the lack of physical contact, not to mention intimacy, will ultimately be the trigger that severs the stream of life from me. To make it swift I beg you to use the guillotine, anything else would just extend, this nightmarish dream.
our time will come
I did not leave any
strangle marks this
time, I am sure but
aye to be sure to be
sure one should not
rely solely on the
eye as the I might
falter as the eye
once did. The noose
uncomfortable, the
gibbet well tended,
the circle of life
again meeting the
hand of the
headsman. I will
rejoin the wheel
of time once more,
be patient I beg
you, our time will
come.
message in a bottle
aujourd’hui / today / idag
desire require presence
maintenant / now / nu
focus as there was no tomorrow
plus tard / later / senare
becomes what you make of
the now
became (void)
as I became aware
building up became stacking needles of pine
as I became aware
settling down became sitting down
as I became aware
pause for breathing became breaking of heart
as I became aware
tickling feet became turned backs at night
as I became aware
the plan became
void
Badger Whiskey #9
Single malt badger
Pouring one out for the homies
Sipping in somber respiteSingle malt badger
Scoring on the DL with the hunnies
Succeeding in love despiteSingle malt badger
Touring desire with when it’s sunny
Drinking in a day long nightlifeSing malt badger
My spirited spirit animal of sorts
I got you tattooed on my liver from out days in court.prompted by @circle-no-10
Cheers!
f* (sequel #1)
not sure what is worse
fruit flies hovering around you daily tipple
or having smacked the life out the f*
it gets the final laugh
and drowns in it