Subsides

You waltz
past your best day
         with    out    even  a             glance
No detail, merely small 
occurrences of remembrance
On days near giving                     up
you                     reach for it’s 
fervor and find                              nothing
Like a dream where longing
subsides quicker than it               lasts,

you wake alone on a 
cold January morning,
frost covering windows
and an empty belly

Transient

There’s something to say about a
man of few words and even

fewer actions
As feral as a child,
Incubated under neon lights
but at least we had fun
a longer while
This here is euphoria
Between the bloodshed,
dirty dollar
signs, and forbidden flesh
There’s only so much we can do
While heaven’s
playing favorites
These distractions keeping
us from living,
documented with strokes of a key
easily deleted by an indiscreet
coward such as me
A transient’s idea of romance,
stagnant
like rings left by empty bottles
collecting dust at the edges
I’ll keep fucking up
until the well runs dry,
beats just trying to get by

Headphones

There are separate headphones plugged into your chest
and the other to your head. The headphone plugged
into your chest rests
on your left ear. It tells you life
is created to self-destruct.
This worries you.
The headphone plugged
to your head drapes
over your right ear, it
repeats to you that the
ultimate gift of youth is it’s ignorance.
You rip the headphones
from both ears because
your family must eat
and the clock on the office wall only says the time is 10 AM.
You return home at 4:30 looking for an on/off switch. There’s nothing there.

Dusk

broken hearts turn purple, matching
a sky at dusk
They
swell from
scar tissue
And beat just as they did
when you were a child

you have returned yourself

Found this gem at Half Price Books. One of my favorites.

Found this gem at Half Price Books. One of my favorites.

Silence

I enjoy silence, 
it reaches toward me 
              sprawling like oak trees
              I glare at wind when it 
              rustles leaves from my 
              favorite branches 
Ear pollution
I tiptoe over dead leaves as
they deafen 
similar to World Wars
Once I enter my front door
I can no longer hear 
over the blue wallpaper and
non-existent photos not hanging
from nails throughout the house
             There is a fire in the middle 
             of our room, 
             flames rise from twigs, branches
             of my favorite oak 
I fall asleep facing the wall,
my back radiating from it’s heat

darvinasafo:

#FERGUSON protestor returns tear gas canister back to sender…

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darvinasafo:

#FERGUSON protestor returns tear gas canister back to sender…

This is Amerikkka 2014

ICONIC