There were lights in the sky last night,
hovering in patterns before they broke.
Could you hear them call
across the autumnal sky, fishing for survivors?
Did your head ache in radio active waves,
microphone molecules messaging you
to fly, baby, fly all the way home,
all the way to andromeda,
to join in battle with them,
maybe save the inhabitants of earth?
I wrapped myself in tinfoil,
I covered myself in mud,
I hibernated in deep caves
covered and chloroformed in sleep.
Star child, did you see the lights in the sky?
Did they call you home,
or leave you stranded
here amongst the human race?

My feet feel weird.
That’s not nice,
I think you’re wonderful.
Chuckle.
All right then.

love me when I’m clumsy
and the world is much of a muchness.
when I’m in the throes of anxiety
love me when I’m clumsy
be my biggest devotee
remind me of sheer goodness
love me when I’m clumsy
and the world is much of a muchness

Voices rising
Laughter
A WHOOP!
The ebb and flow puts a song in someone’s head
And the music muse compels them
Unabashed Melody meets Harmony.
Notes bouncing through the space,
The interstate carrying their song

With stars in my eyes

I look up at the flashing lights

The Ferris wheel I’ve waited all year for

And suddenly I am 7 years old

Riding every ride with no fear

Eating funnel cakes and drinking lemonade

I have no responsibilities

Life is perfect, 

Oh what I would do to go back

there was a time

where technology

was still growing

and we believed

we could code our

way into this world

of reality

mixed with that place

we could only smell

through the heated plastic

whirring fans

of our made at home rigs

we saw the future

a vast cosmic forever

on black and green screens

over clocked video cards

a sleek cybernetic hope

I’m not sure what happened

but those dreams died

in the old machines

inside video game cartridges

jammed up in dormant

outdated code

we stopped dreaming

in a world of zeroes and ones

found dollar signs had blocked

our way through those peaks

of creative mathematics

so we die on the steps

at the feet

of what could be

holding tight to our

nostalgic moments

when we felt alive

Some days 
Like today 
When my body 
Doesn’t feel like it’s mine
My hang nails 
Have all been chewed
Down to their quick
My core is shakey
My brain is full 
Everything inside me 
Is completely rattled 
Everything aches
My bones brittle
Hair in disarray 
My eyes are heavy 
I succumb to the weight 
A nail biting hollowness 
That leaves me feeling 
Like a grade school kid’s scribbles
Crayon colored congestion
Straight in the center
Of my construction paper canvas
A hopeless display 
For all to see 
While the world mocks me
I bite off one more nail
And remind myself 
Its all in my head
“You got this!” 

Key, as if she were gold-embroidered
the perfect fit for the doors
she was carried through
but a Key that is not welcome by all

Kuh, like little children learning
the sounds of consonants,
some say, Kuh, as C is for come
make a language you were not born into yours

Tawn, deep brown skin, exotic
she is here from another land
sharing the same dawn as us
pretending to make hers look the same

Kiitan, what a pretty name
a little strange though, isn’t it?

Maybe close to midnight after playing
Cards Against Humanity isn’t the best
time to write a poem.

My mind moving in all directions
forbidden pots opened up and stirred
swirling with laughter and impossible images,

a table full of jokes and remarks
some of which later, I’ll wish I’d written down
one more night of Hindman happiness

knowing the best poems will come
when I leave with my head and heart
filled up with this place.