Light Control
I have never been inside myself
Another place wants me dead
It is built in a ring around my core
Like asking a donut how to live
It can only cry and be eaten
Don’t you see
Angels have tried to help me
And I smiled for them
Feeling genuinely good and kind
Then after a while I got tired
Of being on good behavior
They never asked for perfection
But I felt I needed to perform
And the smile stayed no matter what I did
Even when dying improperly
I left everyone I knew in the other room
But I picked them back up again
Teach me to die teach me to die
I want to create a beautiful dying
The end will need to be dark and soft
Like walking home to your real mother
Visible World
I bang
my forehead
on a thing
then go oops
the sky
it looks like
sheet rock
or a joke
it is
the sky
I am
waiting
on a stroke
maybe
chandeliers
up there
magick
is for people
who do not
believe
it all
is already
here
when
they build
a lab
that burps
goodwill
I will
worship
science
- Three Poems - August 12, 2013
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