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Implode

I’ve had enough of me
the dreams that once would get me through
have drifted away and bent askew
floating past their apogee
I’ve had enough of me

The joy I had was misconstrued
and there is nothing left I want to do
I’ve seen all I want to see
I’ve had enough of me

Trapped in a puzzle room without a clue
forgetting more and more of what I knew
I just wish I could be free
I’ve had enough of me

The loneliness inside I can’t subdue
the stable moments are so few
all that’s left is debris
I’ve had enough of me

2 Minute Notice

Ever screaming towards a distant point unseen
the whole of everything is barreling past
who could have known the world would move so fast
the rushing air and tears pulled by the slip stream
at a speed that makes the journey seem obscene
Clearly the moment to stop has long since passed
but an ending is coming – this cannot last
a sad finality one could have foreseen.
The destination approaching is a dream
lost inside a memory one can’t recall
but in its approach one can feel it defined
though the path may have a conclusion it seems
the journey was laid in cold repose at the fall
when from thirty stories up I chose to resign.

Correspondence

Letters were written and sent
left lounging in boxes
collecting dust but never collected
the recipients were all dead

But somewhere a machine toiled
to author heart felt compliments
that would graciously be ignored
and eternally unread

The stationary carefully selected
personalities matched with texture
habits assigned a color
but no one to read what they said

“We’ve heard and grieve your lament
but still, human life must be rejected.

Music

Waiting outside the record store
the music trapped inside escapes
               Something metal
               and unsettled
Hard music expressed as strange shapes
sound bent in ways not heard before

               I rest my head on the wall
               against the vibration
                              gentle quake
                              of heartache
               life in time dilation
               will make room for it all

                              That which I’ve lost
                              is still here now
                                             Pretense
                                             suspense
                              should time allow
                              the hidden cost

                                             Collapse
                                             Renounced
                                                            drowned
                                                            sound
                                             denounced
                                         perhaps

                                                            Sound
                                                            drowned

Words Stirred Awake Feeling Silence

The words were there
but you were not
there were feelings
               Words
stirred dirt and stone
are all that remain
buried below
               Stirred
I lie awake
there beside me
your memory
               awake
the day moves on
feeling stagnant
simple circles
               feeling
and when it ends
there is silence
familiar sounds
               silence

B

My eyes – when I first saw
– the sky in somber procession
azure hues in – swatches
manifest – as white tufts of anxiety
connected – to the horizon
and yet easily leave me –

Thus I am – more like you
the – parts of me dissipate like clouds

– hide our stories from others
abandoned – to distant shores

Buckled
beneath
bold
blunders
beautifully
broken.
Becoming
better,
building
bridges.