1/12/23

we all need some confidence 

he whispers 

golden locks 

and mushroom tops 

shimmer until we pit 

Woven hands 

and a quiet heart

unbind it all 

and crack the earth 

Grey beach walks 

are where we go to lie 

To scream into the lacunas 

that poke and prod 

our murky skies. 

Honeyed moments are always the goal

but too bad it wasn't what we were sold.

~2023~

Waking up in a new year 

is like taking the first lick of an ice cream cone

for some it's pure bliss

for us though it's the beginning to an end

It was hard waking up this morning knowing my thoughts would be curved and circled. That I'd be chasing my tail all day around those who pretend to love me. Those who just need bodies and a hand to hold. It isn't always this way. It can be all too consuming. Confusing. Concubines and condescension. 

Trapped in the shadows aren't we. 

Angsting to get out.

Running back when we do. 

Blues and maroons. 

Psychedelic voices and rooms. 

Existential ecstasy. 

Everyone evades 

Entwining