The world turns,
I am unmoved.
I scream, no one hears.
Frozen, imprisoned, cursed,
Desolate.
Category: Poetry
Reckoning
My family gone to
Miami while I discern
My truest purpose
Fighting monsters and
Rogue gods as they wreak havoc
In the human form
Life from Death
The placenta is
The Christ of your mother which
Dies for you to live.
An Island
I am the one who
Cares, not one cared for. I give
To others, they don’t
Give to me. Alone
Is the only time when I am
Of one mind. Relief.
The Golden Boy
Scion, old money
Finds me on a couch, says we
Should eat at the school
Of culinary
Arts nearby. No longer mad
At me; my anger
Evaporated.
I am having cocktails for
Breakfast again. The
Mirror shows my face,
Sun burnt. We chat about crowds,
Anxiety and
Vaccines, descending
By elevator through the
Thronging masses. He
Sees my face under
The mask, and he is friendly
This time, we are friends.
The Uninvited
Drunk in the cellar
I am the uninvited
The one you forgot
Leave me down here like
Old castoff junk. You will see
When it is too late
Happy Family
Speak your truth to them.
You wound them to their core. Hold
Your tongue, or you will
Be alone, broken.
The choice you face every day.
Which price will you pay?
Frostbite
Snow on the ground, I
Watch my family frolic;
They linger as we
Walk. Perhaps they don’t
Realize how cold this slush
Is for my bare feet.
Vitriol
Sulfuric acid
Burns me, dissolves the lesser
Man, all that is not
Gold. So surgerize
Me, cut me open and bleed
Me dry, the pain makes
Me more alive. I
Can take it, pour it on me.
Revelation’s fire.
