poetry

With Corruption There is No Tower

poetry

When Building the Tower
That measures your Greatness
Buy the impact you have on others
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Foundation is first
Before you apply the mortar
To set each stone in place
*
Each stone is an accomplishment
Each stone is a breakthrough
Each stone is a fulfilled responsibility
*
Each dollop is the path you took, a choice you made
Each dollop is the crossroad that ultimately led to the outcome
Each dollop is the way you’re judged
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The Strife that tests your love and faith
Betrayal that makes you writhe in pain
But shows you’re like Job, one and the same

eviction notice

poetry

you don’t know what you want
but you know what you don’t
you don’t much want to hurt
but are not sure that you wont
you don’t know what to keep
’till it all gets too old
you can’t make up your mind
you don’t have the mold
nor do you have the receipt
or know where they’re sold
you don’t know what you want
so you don’t know what to hold
to keep out of the snow
so it won’t die in the cold
you can’t navigate this maze
so you don’t know where to go
and this is all in your head
and your head is your home
and this is all
and your head
and this
and your
and
and
where’d you get that gun
that the bullets shoot so slow?

this is a long drive

poetry

ohio,
dramamine,
this is a long drive
for someone with
nothing
to think about

i might
show the custom concern
and head south
into the tundra/
desert
because she
ionizes
and
atomizes
while i’m
talking shit
about a pretty sunset

and we go down to
her beachside property,
dog paddle,
and it’s all about
making everyone happy/
mechanical birds
so she goes to sleep
while i’m at the lounge
where
space travel is boring…
wait, breakthrough,
exit does not exist.

(butterfly). i couldn’t whistle until i was 16. i vowed if i ever learned how i would never stop. now almost ten years later i whistle incessantly.

poetry

stuck to the ground and crawling
squirming
knowing you’re the disgusting one
people feed to spiders then observe dying
it could be you in that web
having your insides made slurpee
sucked out. so
crawling into reclusion
build yourself a home with
walls thinner than cardboard
cold when it rains

emerging
i dont blame you for ALWAYS
being in flight
i’m just shocked i never see
you lounging around
basking in your own vanity

Shipwreck

poetry

In the middle of the night

the stranger came again

“Let’s go sailing,” he said;

the moon and the stars, carved out of the sky,

wept in the palm of his hand

the humming bird trapped inside my ribcage coughed fire,

but I could not swim in the dark.

My eyes flashed its last picture

Yesterday’s party

full of chatter, color, chimera, and … me

filling my skin with speed and artificial light

orbiting, hanging on someone else’ s shoulder, arm, waist, eyes, lips as

though afraid to break some heavenly thread;

I fancied myself free.