manic’s playground

a manic’s playground is            my mind

entrapped within a jungle gym of ludicrous joy

buried deep within the soiled sands of plunging sorrow

an unbalanced act atop the high top

the too quick and slick descent of my                sanity upon the slide

the cloying sweet-rancid smell of the tire swing

as i hold         tight

sickened-spinning-dizzy from deciphering what’s real              what’s not

evaporate

“The storm doth walk the seashore humming a mournful tune”
– Emily Dickinson

darkening shadow
sits high on misting pane

his beckoning words thrumming on taut string
the tapping syllables within the tin can tring

lazy fingers soothe
a bitten round
on silken shoulder
its swell still ripe
from being plundered

among
pitted sands,
petals, dewy-sliced
lay pierced remains
of the thieving drunk

shelter hides
the sopping invitation
muting the call of lowing reverberations

eying bait dry asunder
lightning flailed
still unheeded thunder

he will await
to finally reach up and
evaporate

 

Petits III

you know
very well
all that i mind
and yet you ask
incredulous
as i continue
to lie
that which you know
will never be true

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glass tears
spill
hot and newly wrought
failing to melt my resolve
to keep gathering the shards of my foolish hope

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a shared denial

sweet and quietly treacherous

on the edge -precarious

each ready with a protest

each steeling for the impending goodbye

waiting for the other

to be “the bad guy”


a shallow feeling

a shallow feeling ferments
sight a contemptuous slit
smileless lines align to enclose
a sharply curling serpent worm.

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You know what would be good right now?
An end.
Yeah, an end.
so i have to never
contemplate all the misery spent
on thinking how much longer?

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how much longer?

until i finish appeasing
the baleful twisted victors…

until finally someone admits
the foundation’s breaking…

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I must be buried alive
fully rotting already
feed upon the very hate that
seeps from my inescapable trap.

shhhh

endless melodies melt into me…leave your trace…i beg of

you…leave an embrace

soul leave me without myself

bliss lift me into clouds as tears trickle me down me

breath flows to breathe words that will never be heard

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

don’t say it…notaword….not….a….word.

i know you felt it as i…

Silenced Reason(s)

needling Silence stifles struggling Reason
Fury sees its chance to unfurl
Wrath sees its path cleared
Rage becomes reborn.

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is there ever
a day that goes by
that tears do not fall from the burdened eye?

A stony front
stubbornly tries
to seal its bleeding cracks.

no words are spoken without full thought, or so pretense vainly suggests.

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silenced reasons

mute yet struggling

astute yet mumbling

trying yet fumbling

to be heard.