90’s grunge hair
more grunge than hair
echoing aches
nothing exists
except for this room
poetry
Poem #227
dull pain everywhere
sharp pain on my lips
six books piled on my head
a clamp on my arm
a compress on my legs
a hand gripping my ankle
too many rings on my fingers
potatoes on my torso
every sensation magnified
every movement odd
every moment foggy
Poem #226
sunny coolness
restful eyes
gentle sighing
leaves rustling
black flats
gray tights
long dress
half ponytail
October wind
Poem #225
my body is hot
yet it feels cold
I’m a stone
grounded in this bed
but I float in fantasy
see the three-eyed creatures
and the goat kids
that teacher from elementary
she is there
grayscale images
but vivid like rainbows
soft touches on my arms
grinning pirates
naive robots
I’m awake but close to dreams
Poem #224
everything is on the paper
I left part of myself there too
I need to get rid of the excess
because everyday I’m growing bigger
taking up more space
and it’s not sustainable
that’s why I expel words
and write the things.
to disappear, they must be performed
or else they sit and rot
and start to cling to my insides
coating me in thick cynicism
viscous liquid inside an inflating balloon
I don’t want to pop
Poem #223
a last minute addition
for posterity’s sake
is often subpar
Poem #222
uncommon pack of coyotes
stalk the purple snow
approach the house
tease the shepherd within
eat his food
but eye the deer
browsing on the hill
still but seen
yip and howl
the coyotes race
go for the neck
not this time
but the opportunity
is repeating
Poem #221
perfect synchronization
metal hits metal
tens of millions of times
fifteen thousand a minute
a level of pure mechanization
that no human could achieve
precision and redundancy
it’s a grand symphony
that echoes a cacophony
all in a shell the size of a truck
it produces almost nonstop
and unravels the scribbles in my mind
Poem #220
kaleidoscope thoughts
converging trains
chaos that’s beautiful
Poem #219
the sun is my lover
I call her sunshine
I admire her all day
I’m among the many
but when night comes
she leaves the sky
to be with me
her touch is pure warmth
I find it hard to look at her
she’s beautiful and bright
her skin radiates
her eyes glow
her laugh bubbles
my head floats about her
my lips press against hers
my skin tingles
we laugh through the night
and she shines for me
but in the morning always
she dutifully shines for the world
and that makes her lovelier