The big faint
Starts with a deep breathe
And all that you let go
Becomes blurry lines
Blurrier than the ones you know
The Big Faint
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Tag Archives: Words
Poems for a Poet
Poems are for the poets
Surely not for me
“Words” are a better fitting
In the way I see
Although it has no pretense
No context
Or clearly guided path
I am just a homeless man
Not a gifted Sylvia Plath
Putting words to a paper
As fast as I can
There is no plan or arrangement
Just the connections made
And dues still to be paid
People’s Despair
A feel a sense of renewed
People’s despair
Creeping in bones
Creaking in my joints
As the variants
Ware on
We weather the storm
One strike at a
Time
What’s the Point
What’s the point
If the point
Keeps dragging it’s
Feet
In different directions
From a renewal of fears
To insurrections
Closure and curfew
What will this do
If we can’t make it
To the next day
Salty Spell
I have been under a salty
Spell
Longing for the ocean
Wide and calm
To soothe my fear
To take away the dread
Of what happens
Every single
Day
A Glorious Thaw
A glorious thaw
I set for late spring
When all the trees
Breathe in
The air they left in the fall
When the leaves fell
So they can come back
In full summer bloom
Very very
Soon
Abaft
Abaft
Are the memories
Of life on a boat
In the middle of the ocean
That is what I remember now
Through the waves
And slow going
Absurd Transport
It was just a bus ride
Or was it
Not
It ended in a wreck
A quick turn
Before the bus could yield
In the field of traffic
But it happened
So quick
A panic
Set in my bones
We were all together
But yet deftly alone
It happens in a split second
Not a moment wasted
As my life passed by me
And my eye were hastened on the
Emergency bar
Which broke my fall
In one moment
I could see them all
A Befitting Future
What lies ahead
Is a sturdy plank
Of hopes
But what could disrupt
This steady vision
Is a different interpretation
Of the times
We are in
When Silver Linings Cut
When the hope
Cuts deeper than the passing of time
The in between haunting
That will float in our minds
I will bleach my eyes
Until the white is all that is left
So that when the hope comes back
I can wrap my bandages
And walk out into the open
Street
