Fractions

We were nearly to the middle

Of what should have been said

But I pulled out my phone

And wrote this poem instead.

No halfway point

Is a hopeful place to stay,

For you will keep plopping

At each halfway along the way.

Fractions don’t end,

And neither will this,

For avoidance when achieved

Is bliss.

Solitude

There is only imitation

In grains of matter;

In rays of spattered light.

Nothing you could

Dare to scatter

Or enrapture in my life.

So I say goodbye 

Though I commend you for trying.

I’ve come to like

These empty rooms

And echoes like tombs.

Wouldn’t you?

I think I’d rather

Be alone.

Don’t come around,

There’s no one home.

Jen

You touched my

Hair and kissed my

Nose and I’m

Enamoured of

You.

If there’s

Anything you see in

Me

What I saw within

You grew.

Your eyes

Shine snowflakes

In lazy summer solar

Rays.

I’d die

If I could

Spend the time caught

In your starstruck 

Gaze.
Besides, you know,

We all die anyway.
Don’t leave but

You did though

You said you’d be

Back.

I’m all 

Alone,

My melon

Cracks.

You’re the

Needle in the

Fucking

Haystack.

Manic

Manic is

A sleepless night

And singing

Wayward songs,

Talking miles to myself

And my cats

And your spectre eyes

And the wall.

Sitting still

Is not enough.

Heat rises

In the sloping heart

As it continues

Thump by thump.

Don’t go to sleep

Don’t close your eyes as

Sadness awaits

The other side.

One more cup of

Coffee please.

I grind my teeth.

I skin my knees.

Addict

I sleep.

I dream.

I feel nothing.

Take my life

And shove it.

I don’t care.

Worries

Hover

Everywhere.

I turn up

The beat.

I’m incomplete.

My head pounds

And my hands

Shake.

My only joys

Are fantasy

Fakes.

I pop a pill.

The world

Gets still.

Self-awareness

Becomes

Alright

Though something

Within me

Always dies.

Why?

Nothing.

Nothing here.

God might

Save me

If he had ears

Or if I 

Could speak.

I’m incomplete.

Broken and torn

To the madness

I’m sworn.

I will

Endure.

For my will

Is stronger 

Than yours.

Deceived

Dead of night

Cold

Not a star in mine eyes.

Led

By a goddess

Divine

And in white.

She nails me.

To a tree.

My heart caves empty.

Her touch

Is too shocking.

My pain

And my sweat

Recoil my offering.

She attacks.

My heart pulls back.

The moon 

Implodes.

She shows no reaction.

Her cover 

Is blown.

Nurture, Nature, Blame your Creator

Nature passed down like

Winding stairs

And nurture hidden

In absent stares.

I meander with the pain in

The visions of sin

And I’ll die kicking

When my legs give in.

Fuck you, letting illness

Dwindle your control.

Fuck me for my aversion

To being consoled.

I’m wrong, I’m wrong.

My heart recoils.

Between me and you

Is ten feet of soil.

Papercuts

Fucking America. God damn.

The whole world. .Jesus Christ!

Contrary to the dreams of the individual,

The machine must feed,

While the privileged are devastated

By papercuts.

Shunned

No mother, no father.

No sisters or brothers,

Grandparents or a lover,

Just my cats but

They don’t talk back

Though I wish they would,

But maybe it’s good.

Nor do they even

Make a sound

When they make their way

Down to the ground

But I do.

I am shunned and abandoned

Or I have shunned. .

But I’m lonely too.

Are you?

An idea of infinity

Let theory come about

That times change without 

Meaning.

Dreaming is

The only way to keep

The ghosts at bay.

While you conjure

Imagination creates

Some other world lost

In my head.

There must be universes in there

She said.

And I laughed but

Something about it

Wasn’t funny.