Control

Measure out the isolationFilter out the concentrationOrganize the injuries and wishes into sizesInto shapes and into values, into costs and compromisesIf the blocks are all adjusted adequately, it's a cube where all the colors are aligned, and people say that makes it whole Factor in the complicationMute the pain of computationAllocate a meaning to the … Continue reading Control

Do

With words of meaning all reduced to naughtAnd half the words that came before, it seems we both forgotSo all that can remain are where the pinsPressed into the flesh, so we remember how to bleed but never quite where all the agony begins I look upon this old and weary loomWhere words I used … Continue reading Do

Please

Please don't let me wander where the roads that I avoided ever sprawlWhere, behind the thickets, lie the secrets that I keepAnd only words remain as any proof that I can weepWhere just so many patterns rest in humble disarrayBut these are mine, it's what I have, and I would love to lose them all … Continue reading Please

Disconnect

How do I followOr hope to respectWhat was worthy in meOr was lacking in theeWhen the optional feelingsWere met the ceilingsOf wanting your warmest neglect? What does it matterAnd what did it notWhen I promised the worldAs my own was unfurledBy your carrion passionYour flare and your fashionAnd everything else I forgot How do I … Continue reading Disconnect

Know

It's odd when some identify with me through how I writeLacking any sort of context as they fabricate insightsAs if to say"It's all okaySee, I can see youBecause me, I chose to read through what you've written"Some engaged and others smittenAnd I wonder who this person isAnd where this other version livesThe me they keep … Continue reading Know

Ending

I swallowed the numb like a knifeAnd drank from a thimble of old residueI emptied the vial of lifeAnd said all the words that were written in blueBecause you...You feel like a hole worth mending I painted my skin with a lashTo make you a garden that blossoms anewI planted the flowers in ashAnd waited … Continue reading Ending

Feel

I rearrange my circuits into something like a heartBut all it seems to ever get is, "it's a start..."So soldering more wiresWhile the joy in me expires...I try a new configuration - tear it all apartAnd I'm rewarded with, "it makes for pleasant art" I layer on some lacquer and I try to dye it … Continue reading Feel

Memorandum

Lucille has that tone that she gets when she's annoyed and she's doing that thing where she punctuates every few sentences with that hanging space before offering an almost silent sigh of exasperation. "Well," she begins saying - like she always does when she's annoyed - "we need it done sooner rather than later." I … Continue reading Memorandum

Iterations

It's 1988 and I don't remember much more about the date and time than that but I know that the world has gone from a torrent of wild emotion to one that is anything but. When I wake, I'm greeted by concerned faces and expectations that I don't understand. My head hurts and, even though … Continue reading Iterations

Level

Placing first a pound of flesh upon a golden scaleSo you can tell me, "Love, when true, would offer more,"And so, with edges dulling, do I choose how next to failDiscounting how I'm growing soreBecause it's love, and you imploreAnd after all, how could you ever in my agony so revel? Then it's just another … Continue reading Level