General bewilderment, personal, Poetry

pretty sure my mouth is shoe shaped

 

so, is it my mouth

or my soul

shaped this way?

 

or is mind

in sibling rivalry

with heart?

 

vying for the approval

of discordant voices,

the lens of reality between –

cracked,

distorting blood.

 

I look at the music

pooling at my feet-

the beauty of its reflection

tearing my comprehension,

sweetly serenading me

from the red of the truth.

 

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General bewilderment, Poetry

I’m sorry but

I am pretty darn sure

you have the wrong person

I’m in over my head

haunted by the same lesson

these tasks I must do

were assigned by mistake

erroneously typed

and blown into the lake

where only I was swimming

(in other dialect: drowning)

*or is that were?

See,

I am not ready for this

this palpable knowing

that pushes me deeper

into shades of unglowing

(or autocorrected

that would be ungluing)

I keep walking around

bumping into your words

you insist I should be there

your aim, it disturbs.

But nothing comes out

knotting up lonely fears

into a bullet proof vest…

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Poetry, Uncategorizable

I’m not sure where this is going, or at what speed…

The grey sky and sea are one today.

The only discernible difference,

the texture of the latter.

The encumbrance of the matter

in mind’s funnel

distracts and disturbs.

Protracts and perturbs

still the distilling,

the stone at my neck

is blunt from the milling.

I ponder this song about addiction.

Another one I’m addicted to.

The frictionless sky

and the turbulent sea,

I sway between

the knowing way you look at me,

oh mind’s eye,

and the mystery of unease,

the sky gets me there so soon

compared to the past,

on the sea,

in a tempested moon.

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