A mile is a lot farther when you don’t have feet. What did people do before airplanes? I guess horizons meant more. There were some things that were unimaginable.
I know a man without feet. Sometimes he asks the aides to clip his toenails, and then laughs at them. He went to a meeting once (regarding whether he was satisfied with his care). He didn’t talk for those 30 minutes. Just sang. “My liiiiiiitle buckarooooooooooo.” Bitterness//absent, he’s a miracle like the kind that make you believe in God again.
His horizons though. I’ve been more of a caged bird than him (yeah that time I don’t talk about). You can almost never escape yourself, and I’d feel foolish for trying, but then again I used to be in that business, trying as a full time job, no benefits, no retirement plan.
Lately .. Getting these bars to mutate into something though.
Sometimes I can see the sun from here. Sometimes I can hear the clouds.
things are capable of changing
ice to water to smoke
over the course of a year
my heart has unfolded
the way a garden worships
rebuilding itself from multiple
a winter that has
gone on far too long
I can’t think where my
demons have gotten to
perhaps swatted dead
like flies while I’ve
less than twelve months
to finally be able to awaken
into a dark blue that is
only deepening with
time traveler. The past is looking more and more surreal every day.
you ever find yourself crying on an examination table to a doctor who insists you’re only sad because it’s winter?
you ever find yourself unable to even disagree because your confidence level is zero and you have de-evolved to something almost unrecognizable to anyone who knew you before?
Submit to love without thinking,
as the sun this morning rose recklessly
extinguishing our star-candle minds.
just submitted a confessional poetry piece for my poetry class
(SPOILER ALERT: Melodrama) I am so nervous. baring my soul to a class full of strangers…. ughhh I feel like puking. It’s a decent poem though.
maybe I can just live as if I’m being reborn every moment. no past, no regrets, just endless future.
I don’t think the quality of this is very good. just look it up on spotify.
i’m a mess, happy or otherwise, depending on the day.