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That Swine Who Jammed The Rusty Gate

The gargoyles protect my silver crest-

the one that is tucked in a trinket box.

They whisper.

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The piercing voices sew my mind.

And then they notice.

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It was the bleeding that gave it away.

The bleeding of thoughts that seeped through the faulty key-hole.

And when it accumulated and poured,

like a stream of screams,

they stopped taunting.

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Their attempt of mopping the clots off the page was more like

stabbing ink and scribbling words.

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The Architecture of a Sonnet

I’m more of a composer.

The words rush through my mind like: electrons in a circuit;

a glut of gore from the wound of weakness; a torrent of insanity from the beer head.

And then I have to stop.

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Breathe.

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That’s the most difficult part-

having to discipline and arrange thoughts to create art.

Creating rhyme?

It takes time

and time is what you (nor I) do not have.

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So let the words ooze- let them boil with thought.

Let the words dance through your veins and circulate your body.

Then throw them together, give them more clout and

etch them onto whatever is near- paper, wall, table or skin.

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Let your words clog somebody’s arteries.

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Pups!

His animated eyes are bulging with anticipation:

playtime; attention; food!

His distinct smell cuddles up to my nose and wriggles inside my nostrils.

I sneeze.

His ears perk and his charming head snaps

a little to the right.

He falls to the ground, whimpers and scrubs his skull-

he is just too much.

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The Tide of Mind

If I could,

I would float

and swim through

the disruptive, riding

waves of the

aching ocean.

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But I can’t.

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I’m immersed in the vital vault

that encourages me:

to endure; to persevere; to rest.

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The journey to Davy Jones’ Locker

My mind is lubricated

with the wine of thought-

it seeps pleasure

and craves empty bottles.

 

The tornado of infinite joy

licks the glass

like an overzealous lover.

 

When the glass becomes dry

the pirates’ wife comes out to play.

 

She teases my lips,

numbs my throat

then contaminates my cadaver

with her black, spicy spirit.

 

Her whisper is a

clap of thunder

and captures me

like a grapnel

as I become squiffy

and load the gun walls.

 

Avast!

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Our fragments

I gave you the stars, you passed me a rose.

I told you a story, you sighed.

I listened to you and your tangled worries and waited for you to listen to mine.

I’m neglected and you’re still aching.

I can’t extricate the bonds

but I promise you that

I’ll always be patient.

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Disorder

coffee

That caffeine high.

 

Coffee o’clock

insert creative fuel

#coffegasm Shhhh…

seduce my delusional heart.

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