Friday, December 30, 2016

Plaster

It doesn't hurt the first day

Only the second and third

It's raw without the rubbing

And with the rubbing, worse

Maybe I'll find space inside

To sleep away the scabs

Or maybe I'll dream

And heal the skein

With my illusions intact

Monday, December 26, 2016

After Christmas sale

This perfumed air

Will kill my brain

Nerves to dumb

Twitching bundles

Or maybe I'll never

Breathe again

Drive the blood

To the depths below

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

16

Summer is unbearable

The places to go

The beaches to see

The advices of how to drive and be

And all you haven't done

Give me winter instead

Braced behind the panes of glass

Or outside for a bellyful of air

Among the dead and desolate

Where the snow reaches the branch

You can stay awake forever

And you

Don't have to do a thing

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Jetlag

We touched

, afraid of skin

We kissed , with lips

Akimbo

The awkward glance

Cast back around

Stings deep ,

When

Left on its own

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Training day

It's Funny, I can

No longer grasp basic objects

The shapes whirl to shade instead

Maybe I climbed all night and day

Through brick and space and breath

Maybe I drank the pills all morn

To swim the day upstream (While

burning​ the lights out overhead)

Or maybe I cried the world to sleep

And woke the wolves instead

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Among the Types of Acid

Drain the - acid

- down - my bones

- fill the cavities

That - way


Embrace the - hollows

- of the nerves

- you strung


And - sleep through the

Worst - of the Night

Thursday, December 08, 2016

Optimism

Drain the - acid

 - down  -  my bones

- fill the cavities

this way


Freeze - the joints -

from where - they

Lay


Let all the - hollows

ring


Tuesday, December 06, 2016

December 6

Motionless is not only

The sum of moving parts

For dragging you back

To the headaches and white light


Better to scrap it tonight

And sit on the winner

Break their stale bread while

Crossing random wires

For maybe they'll sing for you

Boy

And maybe you'll just sleep

Through the fight

Monday, December 05, 2016

Winter

Why care about the day

When all of the day is done

Through the digestions

Frozen

Just to peek through blinds

Counting it back to null