Linger

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Morning dangles from my fingertips

as I wake still half-submerged

in my dream’s disruptive cocoon.

Though the sun

weaves a path through the clouds,

i can still taste the unfurled potency

of Morpheus’s playground

etching jagged pockmarks

into the dream-stained day.

The golden haze of first blush

beckons, radiating reassurance

but i, unassured

still blink reverie shards

from troubled lashes.

Seed sharp roots murmur of elsewhere,

ruthlessly teasing my mind’s edges

as they sketch

illegible writings on the wall,

twilight harnessed

in a gambler’s glimpse

of the space between worlds.

Pills

Unbroken Bones

a candied misnomer

laden with false saturated sweetness

they are paintraders

merchants of malady

swapping out the boulder crushing you

with an easy smile

displaying relief with an open palm

so you

don’t realize the other fist

is closed and hidden

until the next day

when the shoe drops

+ the pain returns, ecstatic

wearing a different face, a different mask, a different cloak

knocking at different doors

but not gone, never gone

how can you kill something that is immortal?

all you can do is endure

ignore the grin gleaming promises of

chemical cash-soaked gurus

+ decide how much you will let

it define you

Prophecy

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we’ll never know

what’s around the corner

but that doesn’t stop us

from trying to peek.

we consult our inner prophets,

moodbrewing worst case scenarios

like cheap wine,

all too easily

storing them in the

mudshadowed stretches of our mind,

creating ticking trojan horses

that ambush nearby thoughts,

imposing black edged boundaries

until we’re consumed by

fear-strained cocktails of doubt

that swirl blazing red stop signs

into roads less traveled

+ the frightening freefall of chance.

it’s finally time

to break the siege

currently held by

the oppressive oracles of our inhibitions

instead of driving ourselves mad

by speculating in the

confining currency of cants

Night

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i am the

world’s greatest insomniac.

awake even while sleeping

neck stretched on a pillow for

my nightly pretender’s pilgrimage

eclipse eyelids shudder down

seeking lidded refuge

lashes flurry closed

blurring the false bravado of

those softly spiked bodyguards who

during the hardships of day

daintily disrupt traffic

seeking entry

to my soul windows

while the ever thickening dark

sprawls jet strands across the sky

stygian ink wrapping the moon

feel earth’s heart pulse

as it beats slower

to signal ‘rest’

i am creation’s coward

slipping through dawn’s claws

+ escaping into star spangled oblivion

my sheets bring only hollow relief

my troubles will not vanish

with the sandman

Fuse

tender, unbroken mind

tries & fails

to compress the stress

of a blown fuse

 

hardwired to survive

even with too much damage

and too many scars

blue bruised

but not yet vanquished

 

despite Pain

that hooks & flays all paths

shark-swimming crossroads of

the bare brain

leaving it explosively exposed

 

the endless screech

of a broken violin string

crusted iron edged tendrils

fear screaming a whiplash web

through overworked vessels

begging for respite

 

no help comes

but with each blow

struck by each enemy

eroding my body

my soul grows stronger.

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