when the crushing darkness comes
scream, weep (if you can)
slowly fold your broken soul
into a semblance,
a resemblance of composure
and walk, meditate,
reach out to friends
and and and
keep
the folded slices
together with air
and and and
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
and the raging suicide of pain
and and and
always
love

I am the candle flame
I shall be a grain of sand on the beach
I am the wave, the process
inanimate matter before
alive for a sparkle of time
then diffused
a scattering
dust

I enjoyed my swim
I closed my eyes and floated
in the pool inside my mind.
Breathing, luxuriating
or just watching a candle burn
seeing the light, seeing the shadows.
My holiday for today.

We don't talk anymore
We don't fight
We swung 'round in orbit
In the cold
In the dark

Suicide
Suicide
I couldn't take anymore

It wasn't the violence
But the cold that bit so deeply

We don't talk anymore
And I'm glad

I'm in a better place
And it has been a long time
The scars that burned so deeply
Will never fully heal

The zombie anger and resentment
Lurches through my mind
I can't bury it
So I vomit it on paper
In bile I say goodbye

We don't talk anymore
File under miscellaneous

a song of freedom
wakes up the morning with 'yes,
here I am,' it floats
in the air, bold and fragile,
'this is my territory'

its heart flutters and
beats - in the wild, survival,
is to sing for home
(just a small urban corner),
it is to sing for love

tick, tick the countdown
US election day looms
anxiety - hope

my brain spins and spins
with thoughts of you. I'm lonely
and obsessed and blue,
but must drop the pretense of
us being together.
The summer sun will climb
in the sky again
but now the year
falls to winter.
I am cold and in the dark,
enclosed.
I must walk in the autumn sun.
I must shower and shave.
I must move through life
as if animated by a spark.

True anomaly at Epoch -
I spin in orbit
locked.