Much of life is near misses and it’s not like there’s a lot of second chances so letting go and sacrifices are real misses in the end strike outs knowing this time that just passed never returns some days I just can’t see the point of pontificating once again why you gotta act so damn…
Tag: love
And you change
It’s been years coming even though you didn’t see it that way that terrible things happen and you inevitably change often without realizing what it stripped away until one day you notice an absence the inner chatter of continuous judgment that is selfishly centered on measuring the world by its own states has a lower…
The Witching Hour
I’ve been going down all the roads I’ve gone before now the miles ride buttery with the new asphalt laid over the toll the wounds took and the surface once broken now seamless yet I remember them well the circles I’ve closed while I hung on a cross sacrificing everything from the years in between…
on experiencing
He asked me if I am heavy company am I demanding spiritually, intellectually I wasn’t sure what that means I see through the eyes of an almost-queen whose broken profile paints the surreal overlayed like a Dali of poetry a scorpion shaped venus on a canvas of words I refer to the obscure literary rooted…
Avatars
I flip the switch these days and quietly back away thinking that I cannot give but in three ways the wealth of my being my courage my path my body of fate above my creative mind the tiger’s caught by the tail unaware eventually that his stripes will fade transform to dots to remind the…
Sir Galahad and the Witch
I lean into this with my woundedness and the reach of a witch part of this pact to understand is in your hand burying her hideous into your chest all my mediums useless against your skin un hechizo healing with your flesh I can be whole freeing my final stretch a hopeless romantic sin remedio…
The Syncretist
I have to admit it’s true the one thing about you that tastes rough and hard to swallow is your too American views in all matters on the how to’s of love and what to do about the truth materialism is built into you unequivocal though unintentional the transactional measurements of the psychosexual functional neurotic…
Afloat
One eye fixed on the horizon the waterline creeps and recedes rhythmically up and down my mouth opens as if I could almost drown I can breathe fine one minute and the next I’m choking on grief as if tragically in slow motion the need the reach neither helping I can’t stand and I can’t…
rabid courage
I’ve been meeting the death of all my ideals stripping meaning with ends that always reveal a freely speaking bet you’d never deal your hand holding what let you almost conceal a fate waiting the deck’s cards like peels slowly falling off the dying tree leaves blowing seasons slipping into forgetting like all the memories…