DoLo

My alter ego sees

through

the eyes of a parallel body.

It walks and breathes

shivers and sweats.

I am as I think.

Not what you see.

That’s why I can’t stand existing alone.

I need to feel

like someone

is on my wavelength

Otherwise,

what’s the point?

Primary Lotus

My body is going to act

a way out of instinct,

But my mind insists

on working in overdrive.

every.single.thing.

has a rhythm in its heartbeat

So how can I discount an existence’s

significance?

circumstances distract me until I

hop off the train.

I have a body and

It has a frame.

But I exist elsewhere. I exist everywhere.

Commoner Clientele

The crowds call for another
and I
Cannot refuse
Ragtime and blues
are embedded
in one another.
Thank you for hearing my tunes,
I think I’m feeling much better.

Cuz of Cooks

It’s like a veil
That dizzes my vision.
Definitely dizzes.
All of us are beanstalks,
Skinny and straight up
Just to be tall.

Sicken

I’ve addressed the insanity
With the vacation family
But still
A talk
Or whisper
Of evil does not
Banish the dreams
Or dismiss the thought.
I am afraid to fall asleep tonight.
So
Please please please
Wake me up before I
Give in to the vice
That devours the mind.
The nightmare’s alive.

A Blue Moon

I could run

Because I’m

wary

But what kind of life is that?

I know where The Road goes

Just not

Which one.

That would be my

Suicide.

That’s a strange funeral

with no body.

They won’t come together to mourn.

That’s fine.

If they did,

far too few

would care enough to show.

And I’d watch

myself

get buried

several miles below a blue moon.

…Mama used to sing ’til I broke her heart

And Daddy won’t come home from the graveyard.

Sandpaper Shoes

We can make it a game

We can all be friends

Until envious eyes turn around again.

 

If the broken glass

Cuts your toes when you walk

I’m gonna patch you up and let you borrow my socks.

Because I love you a lot

And I can’t let you know

Until your feet aren’t bleeding

                               through this paper home.

 

The floorboards fold wherever we go.

Patheticals

Anarchy’s arm flexes with frailty

and the sheep,

the sheep are sheared in the heat

(in their seats!)

Stroll along the barcode,

murmur half-hearted hymns

I turn the lights off to set fires in the street

Keep your head held high

as you hide inside

You can pray for salvation but you’re still gonna die

we must beware the folly of pride.

The curse of terminal tunnel vision:

permanent

peripheral

indecision.

Time takes time

If royalty was real

the crowns would crack like glass

on marble floors.

As they have, and will,

and do, and do not.

Empty apartments and broken homes

beg and bleed, respectively.

“I don’t know.” An easy one liner.

I’d rather not, I should say.

I just go because movement means something to me.

It’s one of those days

That I can’t escape…I just have to wait and

 wait

—And I don’t know how long it will take.

I’d rather not,

I should say.