Give me a reason why
Dungeons and darkness still survivie
It is a formidible enemy that stays
unable, under weakened feet, he stays..
after all, feelings…are just another means of retreat
Crowds and crowds have forever gathered ’round…they know what life is…living in that which is loud
Who among us hasn’t lived above the word ‘proud?’
Neglect and punishment…childhood words for stay on your side
Just bluster to dishearten what it is to survive
These times are lean
Not for only the queer and fine.
Not for only those of disabled mind.
For all human and…unkind.
Cannot help but feel a chill in the air.
Cannot help but wonder…
the depth of waters,
The river’s edge no longer inviting.
Vacant tables seem
Brighter times misguiding.
The size of things and secret matters left to a court jester and mad hatter.
To fend distant thought,
I watch in admiration,
as my dogs frolic.
Their antics blissfully unaware of the impending need to panic.
As soon as, I married madness and rebellion…
the tilted, chaotic, walls, fell in upon themselves.
A panting dog with only a muddied puddle to quench her thirst…I gave into acceptance of water from the sullied, still waters.
Every morning, as sanity mounts upon a cluttered and chipped floor.
Inching closer to the bedroom door.
Every morning, ordinary thoughts and scattered mind debris, grasp at my feet.
Must remain stringent and pull a unique kind of normal…around me…
Mold growing on mold
What a souvenir
I light a Marlboro Red and pretend to disappear into the seams of late show talk
On the screen, puppets for complacency dance…ever so near
I could fluff the pillow to a higher state
However comfortable, I could also, puncture what it is…
I stand for
in and out
out and about of this,
A catatonic, petrified
be safe…leave no trace
Bare ass, I lay down to stay up late
Searching the cushions for loose change to purchase an empty plate