I have not put words to paper poetically in weeks
and it is my own fault. Instead,
I have allowed words to wither inside my head
a field of dying couplets
a desert of promises I made myself
another failing resolution.
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PAD 2016 1
PAD 5 2015
Prayers hang in the air,
over-ripened fruit
desiring the universe because they asked politely.
They sing hymns
to the risen, the rose, the rising
The dead
or dying. The shackled moaning.
A ghost
Apparitions of faith.
PAD 2
We are no longer at an intersection
or we are, but
not perpendicular streets
not in the same city
not even at the same time.
PAD 2015
I have affixed invisible tape to my eyelids
struggling to keep them open
to relive one more second of a half-dream.
I live authentically after midnight. Free
the locs of my hair. Disrobe
from this disingenous uniform; the symbols
of a surrealist reality that make dreaming possible.
I enjoy the nightlife provided by my couch,
an errant scrap of paper, an upright pencil.
The I who I am when I'm allowed to be real:
doesn't want power
doesn't want authority
doesn't want to wake-up one day and find my mask melded on.
Using Houdini methodology, I slip my bonds
dislocate my smile
to a time more suitable; a place less demanding.
A disappearing act, where I'm allowed to be more
me.
National Poetry Month - Day 1
papier-mache lion you roar in crumbling notes
un-fearsome
unfathomably you matchstick the roads you've already traveled,
trailblazing. You comet flame
burning an ideal long past it's lifetime. You burn at half-light
I burn on a daily basis, end to end
a furnace brimming with ashes.
