The whole world is unknowable
and that might be a pleasure
If my house house e’er been a home
But with no bonded center

you cut me and I bite my tongue
dumb my ears and hunt the drums
lime on one hand, tar on the other
lungs and tendons falter

asking how to make you smile's like
asking clouds how to make them rain
they do not know, they could not care,
and frankly there's no way but waiting

I'm bored of nature metaphors!
Give me a goddamn violin
or some weird suede boots
Or a wild red train
or a creepy dancing mannequin!

Clouds hit the dimmer switch
but my eyes are sensitive
Bands of light glint down to me
Play at revalance
Flesh stretching tender with my lungs
In the morning’s crisp

Got a Hole in my head
All the hope leaks out
Run a wild, mad, track
Leave a trail on the ground

Do you think anything original?
A hundred gems of wisdom
Plucked from other people’s
Pens and strings

Lead meet occiput
Make fast friends, 1k/ps
leads to such fleet ends

Perennially
roots wrestle the cold spring soil
rising tender shoots
eat and drink of stone and sun
bare elements building life

My soul is malnourished
sniffing out bread crumbs
begging on sidewalks
desperate for love
Some sick deficiency
Deep in my blood

I cannot see the light you see
the glittering promise the raw earth holds,
I'm told,
I cannot taste, or reach
Ask and so you shall receive
Does not seem to apply to me
No intentionality,

What a fine silver ribbon
of silk in the moonlight!
What an enchanting shine!
What a sweet sterling smile,
A slice of excitement,
A quivering thrill of delight!

You hurt because you lie,
Eat crow!
And I’ll eat Elmer’s, six years old-like
Holed up in this house alone
Faced disgrace and a heart full of stone

Something tender, soft, and golden
Pale spark blossoms with the moon
Butt’ry Spiral, Just unwinding
To a sweetly whispered tune

Brain buzzing
no caffeine
just one million tiny bees
Poke and sting and
All day long
Whine derisive
Busy songs

surfing through ; It's kind of like
fat paintbrushes all dipped in white
then dappled over wave and hill an'
crushed against the rising sky.

The vacuum inside of me
feels like an act of nature
Published work, diplomas
Paychecks, love letters,
big black hole beats
support network wall-paper

Go ahead, baby
Tell me what’s broken
I’m feeling bitter but
Still, I’m hopeful
Take it out on me
Tender child
Tend to the hate
I'd neglected a while

Memories
are hollow vessels
Fill with feelings;
let it settle
Birth them whole
from sacred stone
To see
The being
you've become

If I discard my dreams, to my surprise my load feels lighter
without the blinder of my goals the path I walk glows slightly brighter