Splice it Nice

I can’t write

I scrawl in pencil

I sprawl, all over the ceiling

I spin the fan, try to work the gears

So rusty, so rotten

So reeking, so wrong

I swing on the sanity chandeliers

Sharpen the tongue, because I lost the mind

Awhile back, I think

I can’t believe it

As I watch you splice the broken parts

Of my heart

Back together

Amused, bemused

I think, I thought

Wasn’t I un-hearted?

But suddenly, sickly

I start to feel a little bit nice

Right?

I think that…

Maybe…

I just might be coming back.

White of Life

I never would have known that the white of life would flicker past

that fast

I never would have foreseen the maneuver of the circus of dreams

splitting a deck of cards like glass

But I know that I should have known

That the dark side of living

Can be forgiven

Split

We live like those plants, those

Vines of envy ripping through

Bloody beatings are encircled by

Spheres of something sinister

Words are flung in a maelstrom

Of doings completely wrong

We live like those luminary essences, those

Gleams of animosity dazzling through

Oozing orifices are scrutinized by

Locks of lingering loathsomeness

And we live like this pair of scissors, this

Laceration utensil

Snip and we split

Forget It

Losing minds

But don’t you forget it

Stall at the stop sign, but still you don’t get it

Why do we sojourn in secret places?

Breaching the pace, being so afraid

I’m just so frightened

Of wide open spaces

I disregard

Fail to recall

All those hollow words the pine tree whispered to me

And screeched at you

And so memoirs fall behind

Keys rust away

And today, I paid a visit to an old willow tree

The aged hierarchy, it consulted with me

It said “you can live forever, dear”

But I broke a branch or two or three

Twisted away

Staggered away

…and I forgot it

Field of Wires

Don't whisper at me
I won't hear you
If you want something then you better
You better, you better
Scream it

I've been lying in a field of broken wires and
Hearing devices
I've been crying but the tears are silent

These headphones are twisted
And you're too twisted
Distorted and out of order and resisting

I've been lying in a field of broken wires and
Hearing devices
I've been crying but the tears are silent

I've been living in a tangled pile
Of something viciously vile
And I swear it'll be awhile
Before I'll hear you out

Doppelganger, Falling

Your stutters are flapping like shutters

And my doppelganger is slipping,

Falling off the ceiling, hitting, flipping

on the fan whirring, vendor

remarkable splendor of life

you’re  calling, intriguing all insights

all in for time

But I’m not stopping; I’m not stalling for life.

Cold Cut

I barely remember myself

Whistling is like dancing,

Shrieking is the new high

I’d like to say I’m breaking even

Cold cut clean with the other side

And I would love for lunacy to be my calling

But I’m afraid I have too much on my mind