Strain of Consciousness

-I want to gather up what remains attach the pieces of my shattered brain put them together with some adhesive even if it doesn’t fit quite right I’ll close my eyes and pretend that somehow I’ve mended somehow I’ve made amends for all the times I’ve fallen all the times I’ve bled Somehow I keep holding on keep hoping and praying that everything’s not gone keep crying out hoping I haven’t lost everything (…and I’m) crawling in the dark my head fallen in shame Nails scratching at the surface trying to find the pieces of me that’ll help me salvage […]

-The figure you The figure you identify with The figure I suppose you to be A figure A silhouette in the moon’s light A dial in the sun’s splashing hue An object of desire in my mind A delusion I hold to with my thoughts The form of the human presence The form of the female body The form I yearn for in solitude The form unlike my own, but similar A form A memory of sweet fragrance A sound of sonorous harmony; laughter A melody humming each syllable A touch like soft velveteen An embrace which ceases the ocean […]

-In my head there’s a photograph, faded with its corners turned back you’ll see it’s worn from its edges I’ve been holding it for so long your smile, it’s never changing in the night it’s been my beacon lay my head on the pillow, close my eyes and there’s the smile I come home to and I dream of the color that I felt when I was with you when I wake I remember the scent in my room has been gone, since you went away sometime I wonder, how I’ve made it here how I can continue through another […]

-The cold quiet hours of emptiness, when you left and I was alone; the house cracked and settled itself, preparing to live a life without you As I sat on the living room floor I could hear the cracking in the darkness and understood, but could not let go. My arms reached out in the dark in front of me; the only thing I found were my knees and I pulled them close. You had just closed the door, but I’d been alone for so long.

-Dreams come to us, lit by remnant streaks, left by falling spheres of light, when the sun’s jagged reflection no longer dances on unsettled waves, the unawakened moon leaving incandescence mitigated, there is an iridescent glow, at the edge of our horizon this is perhaps a promise which assures the moon will rise this is when you close your eyes, and hope dreams materialize by moonlight

-There are moments, sometimes days, when the moon goes dark. In between these, within the markers of time, you cannot discern the waxing and waning, the shifting of tides. Sand keeps sifting. You become lost in a permanent midnight, consumed by falling stars, leaving streaks of light across the sky. Your eyes scan, leaping from one to the next, leaving traces of dissolving smiles on your lips. They taste salted, broken like the feeling at your fingertips as they trace the jagged journey of your trajectory, in the absence of the moon. You do not move, you fall, as the […]