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I think of it like a rusted spoon,
as I’m force fed bad medicine;
it leaves my psyche in zero gravity,
looking up like Wile. E. before I realize
there is no ground below
and plummet.
Each thought is the stinging wind,
my eyes water and
the air forces my words
back down my throat,
bad medicine.
It’s like those dreams where
your car rolls backwards off a bridge,
and your hands are melded with the dashboard,
a manikin melted,
but unlike the dreamers
I don’t get to wake on impact.
I choke on my own salt water,
Bad medicine.
I shake so hard the birds can feel it
from their telephone perches
and if their songs are reassurance,
I mute them under the covers,
Bad medicine.
I find myself weather-patterned,
except I can’t bring myself to rain,
and the nimbostratus on my shoulders
is too damn heavy to clear.
I chalk it up to the fact that my mind
is drowning in a dull roar
that plugs my nose and
forces my mouth open.
If only I could refuse the irony
in that spoonful of crusted sugar,
because the medicine is bad
and it still goes down.
as I’m force fed bad medicine;
it leaves my psyche in zero gravity,
looking up like Wile. E. before I realize
there is no ground below
and plummet.
Each thought is the stinging wind,
my eyes water and
the air forces my words
back down my throat,
bad medicine.
It’s like those dreams where
your car rolls backwards off a bridge,
and your hands are melded with the dashboard,
a manikin melted,
but unlike the dreamers
I don’t get to wake on impact.
I choke on my own salt water,
Bad medicine.
I shake so hard the birds can feel it
from their telephone perches
and if their songs are reassurance,
I mute them under the covers,
Bad medicine.
I find myself weather-patterned,
except I can’t bring myself to rain,
and the nimbostratus on my shoulders
is too damn heavy to clear.
I chalk it up to the fact that my mind
is drowning in a dull roar
that plugs my nose and
forces my mouth open.
If only I could refuse the irony
in that spoonful of crusted sugar,
because the medicine is bad
and it still goes down.
Literature
What Things Cost
What Things Cost the best things in life are the farthest thing from free; they cost everything i know this as i wake up, aching in the same position we eased back down to earth in; powering down, still entangled we do adjust, eventually, but not away and i focus just long enough into the dark, to realize that we still have a few hours left to sleep here, the rise and fall of your breath, against me slows time, fogs my ability to fear anything but its departure and i know the act of making memories like these only defers the pooling pain of the present deeper into the trench into the dark seafloor mix of distorted time and the lost lonely continents that, in their descent, left behind the very same spirit and power vacuums we’ve settled into i know a day is brewing below that will one day rise to strike me down, like the earth pounds a single raindrop into mist i know little, yet, of what things cost, little, but enough to not let go
Literature
and even so, you stayed
I taste rain on your lips
and I know you’ve been
writing poetry again.
I breathe into the touch
of your fingers
cascading in a soft scale
down the cage of bones
around my heartbeat.
you kiss me
knowing
the colors that drift
in my mind
like water beneath
all the bridges that were
burned for me
and you stay.
Literature
sweaterse
when you've a love
in repose,
all quiets
are woven together.
all worries and
worships and
weathering
kept, cared,
covered.
every summer
warms, every winter
draws closer.
and the silences
sweeter than
heaven.
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Anxiety is horrible and I still have trouble pinning it in writing in a way that does it justice.
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Some vivid, startling imagery, such as the melted manikin clinging to the dashboard. Wow!
On a tangential note, did you ever read Grant Morrison's take on the character of Animal Man? He wrote a groundbreaking issue titled "The Coyote Gospel" and, without using any copyrighted material, he found an insane and moving take on that classic character. The final shot set up a storyline that grew more complex and nutty for a couple dozen issues.
Just sayin'....
On a tangential note, did you ever read Grant Morrison's take on the character of Animal Man? He wrote a groundbreaking issue titled "The Coyote Gospel" and, without using any copyrighted material, he found an insane and moving take on that classic character. The final shot set up a storyline that grew more complex and nutty for a couple dozen issues.
Just sayin'....