The longest Question

It’s too late to tell
The truth
Absolve me and move
On

Nothing I could spin
Would straighten out
The kink in your Past

So I Run Wildly
Toward the New

Catch me
If you can




(September 26th)

Cerebral

Social Apocalypse
Outlines remain
Retrograde Clarity rises
Anarchy is the nightmare
Conformity sings us a lullaby
Sweetly sighing in the collective ear
Look up into the seamless red sky
Count the stars that used to be there
Did you forget your name?




(September 26th)

Manda Amor

Unabashed,

I hold my love for you
Outstretched for you to receive

Unashamed,

I etch my devotion to you
On my skin for you to touch

Unafraid,

I declare my faith in you
With a voice for you to remember

Undeterred,

I follow my passion for you
My hand is for you to hold



(September 26th)

Prayers for the Dead:

Forgive Me,
For I know not
What I want to be

It has been an era since I last
Opened my eyes
In the Age of closed lips

Silence Reigns.

Faded screams illustrate history
From my lips
Decay falls

Corrosion of the Civilized.

Forgive Me,
For I have forgotten
The Sin

Today is the Day of Atonement
Amen.




(September 26th)

A long Vacation

You have been away from me
For far too long

I miss your contours
I miss your tones

The ties that bind

Where are you?
Is too redundant

And

When are you coming back?
Is too passive

So…

Who am I to you?




Is to the point.





(May 26th)

Motel Chic

The American Design
Caricatured in a cocaine line
The economical partnership of a
Cut-off straw and a heated spoon

Lean into the mirror of a
Euphoria-laced sociology
And light the flame that

meltsintoaliquidculture.

Inject it with a vicious haste
Breathe again once more


(April 14th)

You only have to remember one year
The one that will have meaning

A whirlwind epoch of era
365 days
Decades capsulated into
12 months

One year becomes an amalgamation of
Love/Sex/Pain/Joy/Anger/Sadness
Birth and Death

The one that starts and ends
Your Life

As you lived it before




(April)

A Neil Diamond T-shirt

Press on the accelerator
Shift down as you pass
over the cliff

Roll down the window
Feel the rush of air
The gas tank on “E” doesn’t matter

Because

You’re on a never-ending expressway
With a favorite on the radio
(…“Sweet Car-o-liine”…)

You’ll get there on time









(April 6th)

Looking under the cap

We are dying
Thanx for trying
We gave it all we had
We didn’t have shit

YOU ARE NOT A WINNER
Please play again

(your chances are 1 in a lifetime)




(April 5th)

Formal Attire

He was like a party dress
The perfect way to feel
Pretty

Holding a promise of fun

Giddy, I put him on
And zipped him up

Then I caught my reflection in the mirror

I did NOT look pretty
Only worn and overdone

No fun, but disappointing

So I ripped the fucker off and stood there naked

I looked beautiful




(April 5th)

Rosary Tattoo

Switch the color
Change the filter

I can’t see you
I never will

Trip the ambience
Flip the line

Take it in and get your fill

Where does it all go?
All that I won’t show

Bleed it out of me
Bleed it out of me

Feel the lust
That which we trust

There is something still
Touching you again




(April 5th)

A casual Response

I neglected to mention yesterday
That I died last week

Perhaps I forgot to say something
Because it’s not much different than before

Honestly,
I’m perfectly fine

I only brought it up as a means
of polite conversation

After all, you did inquire as to how I was doing

As you can see,
I’m doing well

It was so kind of you to ask




(March 8th)

SELF-INFLICTED SWEATSHOP

THE MECHANISM OF MY SOUL
IS WINDING DOWN

I HAVE LOST THE KEY TO RESTART IT.

will someone help me find it?
can anyone say my name?
(so i know what it sounds like to be human)

THE STRUCTURE OF MY HEART IS COLLAPSING
INWARD.


(February 23rd)

::I thought of you.::

The wind makes me cry
One gust is like an outpouring
of grief
Evidenced in a weeping sigh
Tears trace the pattern on my skin
In the rain
I am as happy
as everyone else

There is a drought coming.



(February 12th)

Not Really

Stairwells shaded by florescent
Lights

Walls bathed in antiseptic
Flip the switch and nothing comes
On

Turn the handle to get out
But

Steal away from the window instead
If they ask you to look back
Just say
No

Darkness is confusing and is not
Real

Seek out direction
Endure the macabre
To find
Illumination




(February 5th)

A Girl who ran Away with the Circus

Fastidious in my guilt
Stoic in my grief

I walk a tightrope of normalcy

One foot
In front of
The other

I will make it across

Upon the last step
It will end

Making this promise every time

Still I walk
Performing for everyone

One foot
In front of
The other

Going back across

Stained by my guilt
Overwhelmed by my grief





(January 29th)

Knock Before Entering

Empty water cups
The salt of it all
is dried to the bottom

Paint-chipped corners
Forsaken colors underneath
bleed out

Spoons are bent
The shape it takes
hangs as a monument

The window is open
The bars are invisible
a door came off its hinges
in a time





long before...


(January 24th)

Intrapersonal

Having conversations
in my head
(AGAIN)
Breathing all the things
I want to say
(LOUDLY)
To the one who listens
who ridicules/understands
who loves/hates
(QUESTIONS)
Spinning my words
Degrading my wants
an angry Nemesis
(ME)


(January 15th)

Resolutions

She knew she had to
Stop believing in Santa Claus
When mom stopped coming home

You knew you had to
Stop berating yourself
When you woke up to
Beating your kids

They knew they had to
Stop hoping for a change
When everyday the Screaming
Just got louder

I knew I had to
Stop giving of myself
When all I got back
Was nothing

We knew we had to
Stop lying to ourselves
When we could no longer
Feel


(January 2nd)