Tag: poetry

7 AM

It’s 7 AM in a dental office

The sun is low and sky hazy

A slight chill hangs outside the window

Like an uninvited guest.

A mother walks in

Child in tow

Like a worn cable

Pulling a disused train.

And the lone figure

Heretofore unmentioned

Is no longer alone,

But three.

The sound of crinkling

Echoes a forsaken meal

And beady, quiet eyes widen

In longing.

An unspoken approval passes

A concession given

Satisfaction expressed in a crunch.

Verbal Asphyxiation

I silence myself with more words

Than I can carry

A stranger’s voice I once knew

To be my own

Working tirelessly to sew my lungs

And thread my ribs with regret

Laying bricks on my back like a

Home I’ll never see.

I stammer with each breath I miss

Like seconds tangled in passageways

Unkempt

Unclean, unabashed, unabated…

Unwanted

Words flourish like dandelion seeds

And all the world’s a darkened grove

A vineyard stripped of purple, blue,

And green.

Your heart is a catacomb in Venice

Haunted by memories you buried within

Specters and ancient bones

Brittle with age and riddled with holes.

Your heart is a library in Alexandria

Lost to the sands of time

And fires indifferent to your worth.

Your heart is a toll road

Charging passers by for a scenic detour.

Your heart is your own.

Anxiety

Stop my tongue before I speak

Shudder my mind at my own feelings

Prickle my flesh with mere intentions

Mere visions or illusions of action

Apparitions borne on nightly air

Torn down in exorcism of belief.

Who or what am I to such express

To sketch or trace or hum

Such art in circumstance

Or stay your fear with my own?

Incongruent Transition

Your reflection does not echo

Your mind

And your heart is torn by

Incongruent form replicated

By in-compassionate genetics

While those around you

Scream with voices

Criticizing the only choice that’s yours.

In their eyes you see rejection

The lines of their lips whispering

Disgust

When all you want

Is to see yourself

As you truly are.

Lesser Lights

I love you not as breathing

But singing

Not out of necessity

But as a natural extension of being.

I love you as I exist

Fluidly and with numerous connections

Threads upon threads

Interweaving and intervening

With my thoughts and designs.

Expectations torn asunder

As rightly fragile creatures

Features of vulnerability

Set in parallel to expositions

Of reason and rhyme.

I miss you

Like constellations in a big city

Grayed out

By the pollution of lesser lights,

Familiarity drowned out

And cast aside.