Nessie

Home 

is not a lovely place to go

it's a lovely place to stay.

You keep it inside 

even when you go away.

I've been creeping along the swampy bottom

of Loch Ness,

not sure if I should raise my head

and keep the myth alive

or suffocate in the ancient sludge

and go the way of a broken hearted child,

back to her dark room,

learning that it was, after all,

just a story,

but leaving the door cracked open

just enough

for the sliver of doubt to slide through

on the tail of a fairy goblin 

in the night when no one can see.

Home

is not a place like no other

it's a place that's the same.

Everywhere you go

leads back from where you came.

Stuff

Humans,

I don't know how we do it,

accumulating so many things

with such inadequate capacities 

to keep them

or let them go.

We pay just to have them stored away

in places we never go,

we pay rent for displacement

of belongings

not to view 

but to just know that they're there

or forget entirely what's ours or theirs

out of sight and out of mind

at least we don't have to be denied

or tortured undecided.

In our locker

on the third floor 

of the U-Store

I become a whore 

to my inner hoarder

and stock more 

than there was before.

Open Wide

With a bitter pill 

to swallow 

your pride

keep a stiff upper lip

service in stride

suck up your gut

feeling

the heat 

you can't hide

from, come 

take it with a grain of salt

of the down to earth

and the wire

at both ends tied

the knot

so open wide.

Re-evolvolution

This counts for yesterday,

a half hour later

I'm not ready for the time to change.

It's not fair

how I get carried away, that

nothing can ever stay the same

for long enough to feel through

or equipped to be new -

nothing can ever get old enough,

except me,

I plan to degenerate, re-evolve

and ecstatically elapse into collapse.

I'll meet you back where

now has passed us by.

A word

A word to the weary
from a traveler road wise
don't stay in the lanes
but don't cross over the lines
you can see this more clearly
when your eyes become bleary
so go for your blind spot
and be leery
you'll get caught.

A word for the old hearted
from a hunter loved young
don't stray from the beat
and don't fight with a tied tongue
follow the tracks that get set apart
then stay to far away
get ready to kick start
your will to kill
I feel
is really
the state of art.

Survivalism

Some days gottaway with me,

I didn't mean to, maybe I was happy,

don't ask me to prove it, though.

But my feelings unleash themselves into words

much more when I am despair ate than heart full.

Isn't that just the way?

It's like - when there's no where else to turn - where do you go?

If the pain is too much to take and the cure makes it worse - 

I mean - you go into survival mode.

There's something that a life guard told me.

If you try to save someone, they will, at first,

try to push your body underwater as they wrangle for air.

The instinct for survival entails 

drowning the one person who can rescue you

and no one gets out alive - so what do you do?

What do you do?

You wait.

You wait, patient.

You wait, and they finally tire, 

they might feel like they're going to die,

but it's more -

they give up enough so they can be taken to shore.

It's that moment when you are just about to give up

that you have a chance to live.

Another Reminder

If you need to remember,

just remember,

but don't look back.

The fork in the road bent over -

it'll stab you in the tongue

if you put it in your mouth.

This is no way to feed yourself

unless you want to bleed.

Don't forget if you need to remember

don't look back.

You'll become a column of sodium

or blind from the light of a dying star.

The silver spoon lost its shine -

it'll never hold you over

if you shove it in your throat.

This is no way to consume

unless you want to throw up.

Remember,  here you are where you are

writing down words as if they were

worth remembering.

But what is done you already know

it's gone but you want to hold on

and thinking about what will be is scary,

an impossible mystery to solve

without living it out

so the gravity of change pulls you down

and makes you remember