(2013)
Poem about how I tend to use romantic comedy shows (rom-com) or just watching shows in general for escapism.
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
