You might think That the thingUnderneath your headIs a pillow But maybeIt is a sponge It slowly soaks upThe worriesOf the day Feel Your anxieties trickleDown the backOf your neckOut of the baseOf your skullWhile you stareAt the ceilingIn the watchful darkness Or perhapsEveryday stressesDribble slowlyOut of your earDrip, drip, dripEvery so slowlyWetting your spongepillowAs …
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Purple Lion
A purple lionGuards the gateTo my dreams I bring him hunksOf my raw and ready fleshAnd an ice cream Sandwich just in casePurple lions preferThat sort of thing He gives me a milky grinFlecks of chocolateDangling from his chin And I slip through the bars Which have somehowBecome elastic and yieldingStretching to accommodateAll of meEven the self-made …
Insomnia companion, part 4: the sacred spider
Imagine an agile arachnid Gently spinning a gossamer web Over your eyelids Feel the subtle weight Of her silken net The little being Dances and soars Creating an imaginary eye pillow A growing, welcome pressure Weaving waking dreams You could open your eyes But why not wait Just a bit Let the spider Do their …
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Bicycle seat
Your father shows meA toddler seatFor his bicycleAnd my breath stops How can I send you bothOut into the worldRiding at speedOn these tiny scraps of metalAmong the menacing hordesOf automotive monsters? I joke that I would like To wrap the two of youIn bubble wrapBut am I joking really? The thing isWrapping someone In bubble wrapIs …
A New Year
I haven’t madea resolution in yearsJanuary 1 is justanother day why waitto reach forthe things you wantin your life? and yetthis year feelsdifferent somehowon the cusp of something perhaps there isvalue in grand gesturesand pivot pointswith no turning back the days already grow longerwhile the worldhas never felt more uncertainwonders surely awaitmy resolution isto notice …
Other Lives
In the dark hoursI imagine your other livesThe ones where our paths divergedInstead of came together I see you holding the handOf another personSomeone who carries The sleek gloss of HollywoodA stark contrast to my ownRumpled and unready life In these dreamsYou are always happyYou are always laughingNo one pulls away, or fightsYou have found …
Play
That shape in the middle is called play Between endless hustlingAnd weary stagnationIs a set of monkey bars They are yours to explore Swing wildlyFeel your own heft and lightness Is that the sound of laughter? And if you slip?Well that’s all part of the gameLand lightly and spring up There are no rules Except …
Ice
If someone had told me That adult life means Getting excited about Defrosting a freezer I would have run away To neverland Years ago. Yet here I am, Watching ice melt And gleefully collecting The fallen chunks, Symbols of my victory Over chaos And cold. Photo by Dev Benjamin on Unsplash
The crust
When I scrape away the crust of anxietyBeneath it is simply the feelingThat I should be doing something differentFrom what I am doing. From the pressing sensation in my chest,To the buzzing feeling around my brain,My whole body is electrifiedWith the terror that time is running out. Whether I am scrubbing away in the kitchenOr …
Catch and release
Think of any criticism,Each little bit of feedback,And every morsel of praise,As a little fishSwimming through a public pond. You are the fishermanSitting in the boat above. Some days, you might decideTo throw out a wide netScooping up as many scaly swimmersAs the knotted mesh can hold. Other days, you may wantTo cast a careful …