I used to be a writer

Piano fingers, are lobster claws. A lazy cell evolves. in reverse. Paintbrushes collecting dust slump in tin cups brown strips of rust Camera lenses giving me the eye wondering why I won’t pick up the pen and paper. or at least try. what is a feeling. internal hallucination of a sensation None of it is…

Some life, huh?

laughing crying eating breathing sleeping reading drinking feeling dreaming driving swimming skydiving seeing trying winning losing biking hiking swiping typing smoking dancing loving hating financing writing working painting thinking moving. What the hell am I doing?              

I worry sometimes

about you about me about freedom. I worry sometimes. about distance about hours about flowers about voices. I worry sometimes. about blood about colors about clouds about water. I worry sometimes. about teeth about pens about birds about friends. I worry sometimes. about dust about lust about sharing about caring. Sometimes I worry Worry I…

C^2 Breakfast

It’s snowing in Chicago right now We’re nearly in May Woke up at 11 on a Saturday Reached for the bowl, Steam my daily greens Forgot that I’m sick, Doc said to find other means. “But I have needs, I have to write.” “Now, now, everything’s gonna be just alright” For the better I suppose…

Suddenly, I am.

Within my dreams I am a field of soil A gentle rain The timid sun. Once sweet slumber arrives To caress my mind I am everything, and yet I am no one. Within my dreams A flower blooms inside of me. I give it only what I can the gift of life the birth of…

Nothing.

One day I’ll decompose from your consciousness; One day you will stop looking around your apartment every morning, Seeing my paintings in both rooms, Thinking about how much I loved when you cooked biscuits and gravy for me. You’ll stop hearing me laugh at your drunken snoring, your mocking of stupid people. You’ll stop seeing…

What I Imagine love feels like when whispered into my ear

  You taste like milk and honey; Not just body, but the voice, The laugh, The simper. Sweet sounds of sunshine.. A caramel symphony, A Silk sheet of serenade. Every word a song…   Each breath we exchange, I want to fill my lungs with at capacity. It’s so clean… Not even freshly cut grass…

Stupid

It’s tough finding myself again When you’ve helped me to in the first place. Weird. Now I’m in awe, Stupefied; Disappointed to have forgotten how to be me without you. Pretty terrifying to say the least; melting into someone’s existence; what a nightmare.