Visceral Self-Care, A Poem

Stewardship of this body supposes Care that is lean and laid out Then pummeled with a hammer This tender care is similar To the actions of a cat or canine It is pleasant to keep the surface clean So the coats become brilliant But it is inevitable The steward must clean too The festering, putrid… Continue reading Visceral Self-Care, A Poem

Aphantasia, A Poem

Third-eye projector void Still running and shining Film reeling with no image Angel with goose-feathered wings Swooped to the artifice Running as hot as igneous And still no image How can you be in a theatre If you can’t play video? Angel asking marrow-deep question Am I broken? Artifice searched within Accompanied by goose down… Continue reading Aphantasia, A Poem

All Things Are the Soul of God, A Poem

The weary washer Heard from the shower head "I am God" And believed it Hot water struck with taut skin and revealed itself "I too am God" The plumber? Asked unparted lips "God" Manufacturing robots? Their engineers? "God, the both of them" The post-shower body gazed at itself Through a mirror revealing itself as God… Continue reading All Things Are the Soul of God, A Poem

The Emperor of Stagnation, a Poem

In the years I thought myself invincible Competition was an itch I refused to scratch Now it erupts from me as if some cancer That didn't want to be a member of this body This is and was the formula; Strive towards something, Progress as one normally would, Realize you were getting good, Then quit… Continue reading The Emperor of Stagnation, a Poem

Fear is in the Mind of the Beholder, a Poem

You haven't read The bodies of work I expend salt water over It is not because you are cruel Nor is your voice a myriad vipers Clutching, clinging, stinging At every mistake Rather, I am afraid your harmony May one day sound akin the cacophonous criticisms That I judge myself with daily Photo Credit: https://www.pexels.com/@pixabay