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The Tunneling

Written 2024-02-18

The whispering carves
a question into my ear-
one may think that whispers
are soft things, and perhaps
if one were sitting sweet and alone
that might be true,
But these are not soft things

These are jagged splinters
shards of mirrored glass
smashed and balled up in the palm,
twisted and stuffed in the ear;
crystaline snakes
that work their way in and out
of the surface of my mind

Where once there was brain,
now there are walls
And the question?
Well, I've long forgotten
But it really doesn't matter
The tunneling has taken its toll

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A work in progress..

Naranja

Written 2024-02-17

I don’t know what to call it,
this condition-
Words that come alive,
Letters and phrases moving
360°
Of presumed chaos

I gather the glowing bits
and before long,
a pile begins to form-
Red words, blue, naranja
All sorts of shapes
and inflections-

With their parts
I build things
and sometimes,
when I let down my guard,

My creatures begin to make sense

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Today

Written 2024-02-11

I fell down the stairs.
And then, much to my dismay
I fell up the stairs.

While looking for bandages
a closet tote fell from high
and bashed me in the head.

It’s ridiculous, I know.
Perhaps it’s best, for safety’s sake
that I slow down and rest.

I’m now sporting a wrist brace,
bandaids, some bruises & scrapes
and this damned awful desire
to self destruct.

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Moonlight

Written 2024-02-06

Barely visible
Smooth, shiny arc
Sliver of silver

-an echo

Water filling
Empty spaces
Veining silver

-a map

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Wednesday

Written 2024-02-06

I see the blur of the fan blades,
hear its peaceful humming
In the background, the dryer
is rumbling and tumbling

I focus and bring myself to Now,
push away the horror
that my mind was just entertaining,
and get up to throw the mail away.

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Some of the stuff I’ve been scribbling on scraps of paper..

Whispering

Written 2024-02-06

Living on the edge
of splintering time
(Inhale, exhale)

Fragments repeating
Scant sliver of now
(Inhale, exhale)

Any of these may be the last-
She cannot risk standing still

…

It's sad, how quickly it happens
that the world no longer needs us~
That is the root of my resignation
and the reason I find myself
longing for home.

…

No matter the package
Who cares about size?
Whatever your shape
your shade, your share
Wherever your place
in time and space
These things are but nothings;

I have carried you with me.

…

Thinking out loud:
Perhaps I’m not
used to the darkness..
Delusions so strong that
I have to slowly back away
Or face the consequence
of ceasing to exist

…

Schizophrenia

The mind's rejection of ordinary?
No, it's worse than that.
It's the rejection of this-
Arms out, slowly spinning, looking from side to side-
All of this-
I've studied the wreckage
for years, and finally
The answer has come:


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I think about it every day.

Written 2010-07-26

I watch a movie
and try to fit between the actors.
I hear a song
and try to ignore the accusations.
I wonder on things
such as aliens abductions, and
time traveling secret agents
armed with tracking devices,
mind controlling radio waves,
and vampire powers.

I constantly quiet it,
hide it, examine it,
and sort it, even as I fight it.

I cannot narrow it down to a single day.
There is only Before,
and After.

Death seems an appropriate equal,
Yet I live.





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Me vs

Written 2010-07-24

The picture has carved itself into my mind:

Snarling, spitting, screaming;
Boiling red,
Eyes alive with anger.

And I can't decide if I should hate her,
or hide her,

or let her back in.

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