Going 40

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Do not break these tectonic plates beneath my feet,

they were meant for me.

I think that I was born this way,

to always sway

and never truly stand.

Like a soldier

TEN-HUT!

on command.

 

I see the 60 sign and yet I go 40

I drag behind the bus and follow it,

wherever it may go.

Hunger Jacks

I said it

Not Hungry Jacks

because I see you now on the corner

and the sting of swelling spit in my open mouth says “feed me”

 

I turn the corner going 40

The grocery line of cars angrily honk all the way to the horizon

I don’t know what they expected from a Tuesday afternoon

I think they’d be happy with my always 40

 

Why do we honk at standing still?

Why do we curse the calm before the storm?

What makes the reckoning so appealing?

Does it really take a rubble to bring the Dawn?

 

I think I’ll stay at 40

and eat a bloody burger while I’m at it

and I will smile, a big juicy smile

and watch as they go 100 in a 60 zone.

 

The Frame

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Olive green majestic,

flower on an ancient frame.

Carved from red wood,

a dying forest,

swallowed by lava that once was leaves.

Leave me here to die a red death

and I will thank you three times.

Once for the olive green photo frame that houses a black and white memory-

Once for the paint you harvested and drained from my black and white veins-

And lastly I will thank you,

for throwing the picture away.

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Release me from this day and time

A face of no words

A voice not yet heard

 

I am waiting for the world to take me

But until it does it will not break me

 

See these lines upon my face

These lines you made when you folded me in two

and three

and four

and five more times

never thinking you will run out of paper

 

But there are only so many trees in the forest

The Hollow Place

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Her feet walk the wild waves of the sea

Waves biting back at the heels of her hollow feet

Hollow,

changed by the creatures who lurk below

watching her with curiosity

will she make it?

They just don’t know.

 

And so

she walks

they wait

they watch

their eyes follow every speck of splashing water

darting in every different direction

always somewhere new.

 

She almost wished for a welcoming-

a homecoming

as though she belonged beneath it all along

and was never truly meant for the surface.

 

A glint of orange haze on the horizon

the glint of hope

a spark of shore

to reassure

to make the shipwreck mean something

to tell the story of dead Sailors

and Pirates who stole without truly wanting

just to steal

and steal they did

digging and digging

a hole so hollow

so void of that which makes the flowers grow.

 

Thin paper prodding along the edge between

air and ocean

and the space where fate decides

up or down

do I breathe or do I drown?

 

I am not a god

I should not be able to walk these wild waves

and yet I continue

and the creatures continue to watch

hungry

deprived

A deep wanting,

waiting

deep inside.

 

Storm clouds gather and swallow the orange horizon

Night steals the lighthouse away

the storm in my eye gathers

the swell of thunder in the distance is borrowed by a stare.

Inner

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The days do cut my eyes away

and take my breath for an honest day.

They save it for a long time when,

the flowers die and the night is spent.

And when they pierce my ears with Merlin’s drum

a magical lie,

the sorcerers gun,

I will not let my wrists be bound,

cut to the bone,

thrust to the ground.

Stand I will,

against the floods of mind.

The cloudy little whispers

in the cloud of Satan’s shrine.

And the night does dwell on a dose of rum,

the secret cure to a poison sun.

For the day has wrought its dirty deeds,

and given life to blackened seeds.

And what trees they become,

I cannot say,

for my eyes must turn and look away.

And when butterflies dance on a broken dawn

and the light has scattered into streams of orange

the sun will sob until it’s final cries have set

and the moon will laugh the night away……