Scribbles 'n Bits

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  • Antics

    You could walk on glass for these people
and they would ask you to take your shoes and socks off.

  • Equilibrium

    Feeling you beside me,
your weight balancing the world.

  • The Goldilocks Zone

    My love for you is unconditional,
my relationship with you is not.

  • Filthy

    Leave your scrap.

I am the excrement of the world. 
I crawl to the edge of the trash pile,
salt it with earth
and devour. 

Leave your disgust.

I am the crazy you loathe
and the strange you fear.
I sing platitudes 
like a skipped record, 
scratching the cliff holds for dear life.

Lay me in the dirt.

I suffocate there 
thousands of years
watching the strata pass.

Cast me your stones

and throw me in the pit. 
Belabor your glorious effort
at my humble expense. 
If all else fails, 

burn the witch.

  • Close Your Eyes, Passerby

    Close your eyes:
A tortuous path ‘round leaves,
a smoky inhale,
an acrid, honey exhale
smiling sweet in the pane.
It’s nice, they say,
when your eyes open
and that place you stay...
    The ocean at the end
of the lane, 
out there.
Quietly waiting
with the sun, we stare. 

Digging my own grave
inside a bottle of Jack.
Living life worth leaving
and it ain’t half bad.
Kill me with a smile;
never take it back. 

Don’t know what’s waiting,
passing through trees out there.
A hazy, white wolf 
with a welcome-home glare. 

A knock at my soul
hello to the ones who stay.
Chilling with my friends
fuck the rest away.

  • Benched

    The bench spoke to me. 
I waited so long: 
the daily walks,
the nervous glances,
 - hoping. 
I made excuses, 
now thinking about it, 
to walk by. 
Deluding myself to believe.

No,

I do like walking.

I do like that bench.
 
Around and around
that gnarly,
blood-footed path.

And then
sat, 

“please leave“ it requested. 
An underwhelming introduction, 
but 
chills and flutters
still. 
I walk on.

  • Lunch Break Microcosm

    Watch the ants wander
Cherries soften into earth 
Scattered leaves garnish

  • Sanctuary

    Cradle in the arms of pine needle anemone
Wash in the light of magnetic, bleach sand
The biochemical hum of gray matter overlapping white
Subtle lucidity of this square foot garden

Find your sanctuary,
Build your peace

  • A Mantra

    Death before us, life upon us.

  • Forge

    Go, go on 
    Go on comfort 
    Go on pain 
    Go on grip of something beautiful 
    Go, go on
    Go on common
    Go on fate
    Go on hard fought and earned 
    Go, go on
    Go on, love
    Live life like a dying breed 
    Change - my first and last dying need 
    So go
    Go, go on