(mis)Step 1: Ruminating

I was ruminating, recycling

your voice -No words just the brogue just the lilt just sounds of synonyms of us- in

my mind. Another

echo

brokenly bouncing in my mind, my mind.

 

My mind, sometimes, goes to dark places,

like

if hope is a thing with feathers,

let us strip it of its down

and barbecue it…

Eat that Emily Dickinson, you solid, me evaporating

ever ruminating, heart emaciated, self-worth depreciating

 

My mind, sometimes, goes to dark places,

and does not come back.

 

If I do not publish this verse i will discard of it as happens to maybe-beautiful things

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I reach out

I reach out.
Now offering gifts,
now offering compromises,
now issuing threats
now begging
for forgiveness.
Reaching, still,
forever
into the infinite.
Now praying.

Like a light

Sunday sunning

pum-puhm

Monday, hit the ground running

pum-puhm

I was up all night

pum-puhm

now i’m out like a light

pum-puhm

                 on strike

I should be working

pum-puhm

ideas should be sparking

pum-puhm

like a light I strike…

pum-puhm

            but for now

I’m out

pum-puhm

tikita tikita

pum-puhm

tikita tikita

pum-puhm

and now I’m out