Words are stuck inside my throat
and yet
I am finding I am able to
free them.
...
It is.
It is something.
Unknown horns blasting
like unicorns in a fire.
...
Holding on.
Not been a good week.
Aches and pains.
Disappointment and more.
...
I wasn't born to be a corporate citizen.
Wasn't hatched to grow a suit and tie.
Symbols of oppressive domination
infiltrate the brick wall of the mind.
...
Demons of hate soar above the hollow thoughts
cackling their insanity into the hearts and minds
of the enslaved people of the mirage. A mirror
...
The parade passes by. We were on the
sidelines eating our candy and applauding.
Why? There was not one uniform that
...
You have bastardized me,
compelled me to stick pins and needles
into my veins.
Shining globes of tears that fall
...
In the beginning, in the wet.
When it began, in the soft
imploding space.
Demanding attention and reacting
...
Cigarette burns in the ashtray. Hand that held it is limp.
I would, if I could, turn back the clock. Live again in the
serenity of promised beginnings. Dream once more of
...
once a daydream collected
on my soul and I kissed
its breath so much it blew
gently away
...