[spineful of splinters]
clouds cracked
and stripped
citizens sucked soulless
by the toxic cities of the mind
the hum of life
twisted into the dirge
of imminent extinction
nowhere else to run
but out of time.
*
[if not for this world]
tries and turns
waywardly wasted
ship somewhat righted
for the time being
tending to accept
rather than regret
what’s been done
to finally own
the unchangeable past
and be grateful
it has led me to some
semblance of safety
however precarious
it often seems to be.
*
[love, lust, and longing]
this
the unholy trinity
of the heart
when left empty
for too long
all just bleeds together
a dark ghost
haunting the little light
that remains
as surrender
circles the wagons
and all the lonely nights
finally close in
for the kill.
*
[in waves]
red lights
sworn to secrecy
flowers left
for the clouds
to devour
this world inside these bones
filled with so many tricks and turns
small circles
crack and spill
blood rushing
toward nightfall
there is no telling these dreams
where to begin and end
as the mind drills its holes in reality
so the wolves of memory can slip thru
and remind the heart
why it breaks so easily.
*
[off the ground]
nothing awaits
beyond the presence
of hours and darkness
fall forward
into the tension
of what is
remain the anchor
time wishes it could be
rise
within
yourself
to become
everything
you need.
***
“And if the heart’s a rock
I’ll whack it with this tin
cup and eat the sparks,
always screaming, always
screaming for more.”
- Gregory Orr