Drowning in a mirrored reality an old ghost looks back at me through the touchscreen. cracking wrinkled and tobacco stained slowly being erased, faded from a mass memory. I hear the grumblings of an old man slowly bubbling to the surface of thoughts, releasing dopamine to cope like a dope. Perhaps the tides of time [...]
Month: September 2018
Tomatoes (A Poem)
If an heirloom tomato were a body part, might it be a kidney. Quartered and sliced aspirating a fine mist seeds and juice spill and soak into the cutting board. A cherry tomato would be an eyeball, of course. The only difference between the old me, listening to Led Zeppelin III and me listening now, [...]
A Brief Transcription of a Phone Call Where for the First Time a Middle Aged White Man Complains to his Wife of Being Marginalized
"No, you're not," "But I mean it's like nobody wants to hear my voice, my perspective. I'm a dad to a daughter, a husband, raised by a single mom, we're all in this together and I matter too dammit." "Mmhmm," "..." "Honey, you've had the whole of history to be 'heard' exclusively. You're voice doesn't [...]
Fall
Either this dog is getting old or he's just gotten used to the sunshine and warm nights. Taking a leisurely approach to sniffing for bugs and new growth. Sniffing for evidence of change. He’s forgotten what it was like to have to hoof it back home in the rain. He’s forgotten how rain patter on [...]
Waiting for Scraps
Moka pot is empty, the kids are finally into their movie; Lady and the Tramp 2: scamps adventure. Fridge is empty. They're eating the rest of the mac 'n cheese. Odin is sitting in anticipation; waiting for scraps. Kitchen is a warzone. When you getting home?
Too Many Mistakes (A Poem)
Well, i was laying on my side, melting into the mattress, liquid layers of vibrations, carrying me away. i was listening to my aura, as subatomic particles in mid flight; like a helicopter above and around my head. i felt the energy created through a lifetime my heart beats like a time bomb, everything whirring [...]
Being (A Poetry Project)
A poem that is born from the struggle of trying to constantly manifest all of the sentiments within the poem.
