Filling in the Spaces of Heartbreak

There was a time when it
felt as though every cliche
came true. All lovey dovey;
complete feelings amidst an abyss.
I thought it was everything I wanted,
thought a shape was wrong and
meaningless. Now, I don't know…
Character? Intelligence? Physical
beauty? I thought it was all there?
Maybe I was wrong; maybe there
was nothing special except for all
that was special. Was it not?

What it was, what it wasn't; I can't
figure it out, I can't try to begin to.
It's been a knowledge of some time
that I must release, but this is one area
where the heart is more powerful
(or whatever chemicals they may
be), and it's been periods of triumph
and trauma. I think I now know what
heartbreak is, at least on some small
level. It is a crack, one that will
be there forever more. But, such a
cliche, maybe time heals everything…

Fools and Kings

Where were you when you heard the news?
Were you watching Fox or CNN?
Making love with the one you adored?
Or was the cruciality something you ignored?

Well I was at the Ferguson,
a strange mix of foreign politics and friends,
when I heard the king yet still reigned.
Hope yet remains while the king remains.

A Picture Causes A Thousand Pains

I'm told I deserve it, happiness
and misery. But it simply
cannot happen. Technology,
geography, people and
imperfections in the way.
We know each other
better than ourselves,
and yet you remain a
mystery. Every cliche
you've ever heard is exactly
what you mean to me; the
cruelest being that all I want
is what I cannot have.

The Fashion Mistake of a Large Woman

It strains the seams,
pulling the material
beyond repair and
recognition.

The jelly seeps
overboard like
survivors escaping
to safer shores.

The effort that she
must take, squeezing
those things where they
cannot fit, it is

an incredible, nay,
a Herculean feat.
And what's the point?
They're just shoes…

Ignorance

The amber afternoon
through the eyes of
the Devil's dew.

Bluer than blue
in the eyes of
the grey barrier.

The talkings
of that specifically
ignorant, free zone.

Imagine if,
imagine if;
what if?

It's theory and
music and
never in beers. *

The Old Man

The sun rises and falls
while a man past respectable
years drives his motorbike
from the parking lot. A
silver knight? No,
just the homeward bound
carriage of always. *

Nought but Gods

The Gods are before us,
our vision is smeared by power.
We hear their thund'rous call as
power is bombarded upon the senses.

They are the leaders to be seen,
the leaders to be heard, they are
those of and for promises of life.

They define our lives, the lives of our
children, wearing jeans and power ties.

But everybody shits.