One of Those Days

There’s some lead in my heart valves

And it feels like another crush coming through.

Oh bother

My soul hurts.

Convinced with deceptive back pain.

Hiding your brain from your brain.

 

Find strength in your rocks

Dig in, hold on brother,

The grey corridor is not that long,

Walk down the stripped tiles

Back

Up the spectrum.

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The Beginning Always Comes First

In this incessant whirlpool

Whispers and screams whip around my cloak

Shred it.

A night terror in the dead of day,

These seven billion others

As fragile as us.

Up the staircase

Faster and higher.

Watch your step, too late.

This is all just a withdrawal symptom.

Come on then, cut me

You know you want to.

No new space for more scars.

You’ll just have to carve over one of the old ones.

And if I may ask,

Would you please show us those marvelous claws of yours?

I know martial arts for self defense

And yet life still kicked seven shades of shit out of me.

And grinned with green teeth, not yet content

And kicked seven more.

Round Way Trip

I died

In a ditch on the side

Of a road.

In a rotten forgotten land,

And on my way out of this body,

I saw the dirty soul waters piled up.

And up I went, up.

Good-bye they beamed,

And when I got to heaven

It was empty but me.

And I bowed and I begged

For the return trip

And down I came.

Back to the muck and mud

And the sick and stained

And the famine and the fear

And the blood and burn

And the dry death of burning bullets

And the pain of somber streets

And I smiled and I cried,

Back on Earth,

My home in hell.