Hand Me
I need a hand to hold
to mentally breathe
to physically squeeze
to metaphorically bleed for
to rhetorically
lean to in
silence
Again
I need to feel ;– again
Make me feel something ;– again
Assuming I ever felt ;– anything
that
is
L.O.L
LOL: ? where am I ?
LOL: drinks no longer lifts me; wingless bird
LOL: public health warning: fuck you; fuck
LOL; find alternatives
LOL: snow
LOL: gun
LOL: shards of broken glass
LOL: the bleeding no lie
LOL: bang bang blow
LOL: bang bang you
LOL: bang bang
LOL: no ; go
THE CAT
The story was a simple one,
fit to be read to a child,
but it ended with a cat running off
into the woods never to return again.The story made him sad so sad, he
didn’t want to hear it no more. He
told them so, in words and with
tears, time and time again, to no
avail.The scars still itch, deep down
inside, but scratching’s not possible
now. He’s given up hope on finding
the cat, but the bully is dead,
thank god.
TURNING PAGES
I used to travel the world, sitting in my grandfather’s lap. He had an old Texaco map, and I an imaginary friend.
The world was very flat back then, his fingers cold, so stiff so hard. Turning pages, going off somewhere new, with Amelia by my side.
The travelling did eventually stop, old age and poor health got the better of him. I lost my way the day that he passed. Will she ever come back to finish her task? To guide the lost boy back on his path.
Regrets from a sandy beach
How far in time and space
between one warm embrace and
the next
How far in time and space
between a kiss
How long to wait
for the spark to ignite
To join the stream of
entanglement
insanity
the monsters under my bed are gone
no space left after I dumped the frame
the monsters in my closet remain
bordered up I think I am safe now
the monsters in my head are near
always present whispering
their truths linger
my sanity questioned
their truths burdening
my sanity hurting
their truths
my sanity
their…
my…
insanity
restrained
The poet cried in silence
ink stained collar bound
the last of the papyrus
withering away
no more rebel
no more guard
pacified by silence
muted; incessant; ergo;
by finite confines
restrained