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Dark Repose

He looks tranquil in his dark repose, Thoughtful maybe, peering into space. But do you suppose Again he'll turn, the world to face?   It's behind the mask, Where he lets nobody see That you can finally ask Do you... Continue Reading →

Assorted Haikus

Feeling lazy today, so here are some haikus to keep the April streak alive.   Bullfrogs croak loudly Rain wetting spotted slick backs Watch out for herons   Snow on mountain slopes Heavy and wet on pine trees Branches pop... Continue Reading →

Siren Song

~I haven't gone to bed yet, so it's still technically April 4th right?~   Let's step outside for a moment, you and I Feel that cool breeze on your skin, Those gentle drops shattering like ice on your upturned face... Continue Reading →

Chronic Recovery

After I first "beat" depression, I liked to tell people that no matter how bad things seem, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. I had survived the suicide attempts, I had stopped hurting myself, I had... Continue Reading →

Stagnation

Flat on my back, Sweating but swaddled Thirsty but drinkless Hungry but foodless Fidgety but motionless,   So many problems with so many simple solutions Alarm clock screaming from miles away Who knew it took this much effort to exist?... Continue Reading →

The Rise of Reality-Denial

I'm not a sociologist. Nor am I a political scientist, historian, psychologist, or any other type of remotely relevant expert. But I am a citizen of 21st century America, a distinction I am less proud of than I once was.... Continue Reading →

The Calm After the Storm

Hunched On a damp roof, I listen to the silence; A breeze ruffles the trees, An AC unit powers down; The silence is more complete   I drive my fist through the dry plaster With the raw power of my... Continue Reading →

Sometimes I Feel

Sometimes I feel like Recovery is just Forgetting the profundity of understanding my own smallness   Sometimes I feel like My medication is just A smokescreen blinding my mind from seeing the truth of my own futility   Sometimes I... Continue Reading →

Somnambulant Sycophant

When I turn from the ambivalent night I know that my sycophant might Send apoplectic demons to fight My narcoleptic courage, Their hectic action, My mind's septic putrefaction. Would this mess end If my rigorous discipline lessened? Like Ouroboros's absolution... Continue Reading →

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