
I can pull, bend, or
fold this day. Contort the hours
in mighty ways. Yet
still I loathe it. I
want silence all around me,
too. Can’t share in haikus.
I can pull, bend, or
fold this day. Contort the hours
in mighty ways. Yet
still I loathe it. I
want silence all around me,
too. Can’t share in haikus.
Strangers in my house
eat my food, cut my clothes, mess
with my meds. I know.
Mulder was right:
Trust NO ONE.
Pills, pills, pills, cuz I’m
green in the gills. Look out my
window sill at sun.
No stones to mark them.
No lilies to view. It’s as
if nobody knew.
Let’s play a game. I’ll
slide it in. Yes, it’s a sin.
You don’t cry. I’ll lie.
Pointy ore intru-
der in my vein. Maverick
mask. Feel good. Sleep. Pain.
Ice cold Corona
in hand, sun hitting hard on
boat and me: twenties
Water, 2000 sunblock,
sun and gravity stuff slides
down, two greys breed: fifties
(Not that I would know yet 😉)
Change your ATTITUDE!
Everyone says, “It’s
all in your head.” Could be right
Smile bright. It’s alright!
There’s this place that I
go to get clear, strong, silent, NO,
No, no- can’t tell. Church.
Om- chicka boom boom
No, seriously, Om, Breathe,
Om, Metta, Moksha