Category: Poetry

Small dark fishes are chewing on my heart. I see parts of me float with the bubbles. Ascending to the surface. To the waiting birds. I can not stop the decay. I am the weight that keeps me down. The fish keep chewing on my heart.

The less you look the more I exist. Like a faraway light in the night. Look a bit on the side and I become brighter. In daylight I hide in plain sight, invisible to naked eyes, only knowable to open-minded hearts. Words are my intangible body. I am the dance of little ghosts.

I’m neurons firing in the golden halls up high. I’m hormones reigning in bloody hell. I’m the salty tears from the currents and chemicals of Sodom and Gomorrah. I’m the coalesced sentry of the connectome adrift in a forest of nothing.

If you were on Venus
Earth would look
like Venus does
From Earth

Inspiration is an endless ocean
I’m a nuclear submarine
Going deeper, the hull will buckle
Sonar or later

I dream of visiting Arrokoth
To reach the outward bounds
At the hem of the flowing skirt
Of our dancing mother Sol

Friendship sails on ebb and flow
no matter wind and rain.
But skerries and reefs
not marked on the charts
takes their toll –
thrash the bow and the keel
until we have to let go.

I still can’t let go
that she rather wanted
a blank notepad
than a book with my words.

Ket her off and cock mah fire to incubinah che seed and give burath to the far it that need satch a method with all ye sodden male cuts!

I always think naked
Thoughts, that is
They should always be nude
Running wild and free
Flopping and flabbing
With joy and curiosity
Don’t dress your mind
Be naked inside

You don’t have to be perfect or be balanced and under control. You don’t have to be walking through life playing a role. Cause your virtues and vices are inseparable and any emotion is true. It’s how you handle your imperfections that decides what I make of you.

Every girl and boy
is the surface of a balloon
Blown out of proportion
easily popped by a baboon