Who am I?
Is it the company I keep?
Maybe the dreams I dream
once I’ve fallen asleep? Continue reading “Where My Mind Lies”
Who am I?
Watch the threshold ignite in little ribbons,
in an insanity of your own design.
Wait for that door to open and bring forth
your demise that you confine to Stockholm. Continue reading “Stockholm”
For whatever reason, I just felt like reading some more poetry by Hughes and I was delightfully surprised this morning. … Continue reading Hughes Blues Part Five
Screaming so thunderous
you had to hide inside your mind
where misplaced worry is like
jagged bolts in the sky.
That sound of silence
had room to nurture
hope and hypotheticals
and all that they imply. Continue reading “Pesky Pictures in Your Head”
We were as statues,
made to be in your way.
You give us a glimpse of
the future and say, “This is
what you want, no? Continue reading “What You Want”
He calls “Olly olly oxen free,”
and the angels come to see,
yet the demons hear this call as well
and rise to eavesdrop from hell. Continue reading “Letting Loose the Angels”
It’s not boredom or a lack
of better things to do, nor
is it sociopathic tendencies.
It’s being in control of what everyone sees. Continue reading “Survivor”