Spoken Words
Words are powerful, grand, alive, serene, violent, strong, impactful, light.
Wordy words, they shape stories, distort them, transform. They accuse, acquit, forgive even. Words have a life of their own. They make worlds of this world greedy, generous, full and fleshy.
And sometimes, they’re just spoken.
Addictions
There’re odd places in this world
That I go to when I’m in pain
Dreadful places of comfort
That I poorly love to hate
What the truth tastes like
The first time I’ve been told the truth
It had a metallic feeling
A mixed feeling, more like an alloy
It tasted like blood, red iron
And yet it was all blue and luminous and fierce.
Balancing doubt
Doubt if any
Truth will come to me
Doubt it shall be
To bend my head down
to the Earth
My ex keeps popping up in my dreams like an asshole
A downtown bar
A reddish fire
Wood everywhere
Family chairs
The game of life
Sometimes I play games
Sometimes they play me
Sometimes I win games
Sometimes they lose me
I love you
The sun has in space
Some spot in the sun
And inside it’s insanely
Drunk
Don’t be nice
Don’t’ be nice to me.
I don’t want you to be nice.
I want you to shine, to cry, and pour out your light into the world.