Life stands still,
while the world,
is buzzing around us.
Ain’t it crazy,
how the planet keeps spinning,
when nothing,
seems to matter anymore?
It felt like the world was screaming,
and going mute all at once.
I still can’t believe you’re gone.
languishing in the mossed bottom
the darkened well constricts
fat teardrops lifting a body
purple-bruised and splinter-boned
thrown into the rusted-out barrel
pennies of goodwill and fortune
litter hot-iron burns across her skin
rope splintering in spiraling danger
screams resound in the dank pit
begging to past gods of ignorance
useless tears persist in their cascading
pushing eyes into acidic sun-bleached light
muddled air crashes through her nostrils
perfumed with spring’s saccharine bliss
gagging at the taste of salt on her lips
she ponders the thicketed pathway beyond
Today’s a day when people celebrate
how fearfully and wonderfully they are made
how hard they have had to swim upstream
how toughened they have become
to errant judgement
which would bruise or batter most
and
to trod the path a little clearer and wider
for those who didn’t bring their machetes
Red to show that their blood,
is the same as everyone else’s
Orange to emanate a vibrancy,
an openess to love in all forms
Yellow to reiterate their strength
which like the sun, continues to rise and shine
Green to commemorate the freshness
of youth, those new feelings of finding a place
making a life, raising a family, achieving goals that once were not a choice.
Blue to recall the immensity of the movement
the boundless sky which touches all expanding hearts, a token of just how far we can go
by giving ourselves the necessary and nourishing water, we can grow ourselves strong
Indigo are those shadows that show us the shape of who we are and what we can become
Purple, oh delicious purple.
Wild, regal, magical purple.
Purple is for the Pride
I once knew two babies
who shared one cozy home
both the same
hair
eyes
toes
nose
but one was eager to enter the world
the other a wee bit slow
one born on the 29th
the other a wee bit slow
born on the 30th
yes
we’re identical but different
uniquely born
each twin
with their own special day
Happy Birthday – Two Yous
The rainbow flag, once a defiant splash against the sky,
The name can change
as quickly as you adapt.
I name you
Pollutant of Fresh Water
Adaptable Octopus
Crab Killing Scorpion
I name you
Banana Bruise
Starboard Swelling
Irradiated Sore Spot
Cell Epidemic
Parietal Pressure
Parental Mental Block
Silent Symptom
I name you
Better Living Through Chemistry
Keeps Piling On
More Calls Per Week
Likely Relapse
Wall To Be Climbed
I’ll name you whatever you want
except the dreaded 6 letter word
that starts with “c”
that means there isn’t anything
I can do anymore.
can’t count on you to
make me full so i’ll knaw on
my own marrow to
save me from your deep
apathy for my cracked psyche
i can climb out of
the abyss you think you left
me trapped in. happy
to be away from
a shallow boy and
a life in your oppressive
solopsistic stench
Tongue lashings
belittled, battered, barated …
Like the tentacles
of
an
octucpus
squeezed the heart
wringing it so tightly—
swallowed into dark water.
It’s more difficult
to be on the receiving
side of the 1,2
3,4,5 of exercises
than let’s do 5 more reps.
