I’m slow. Broken. Obsolete.
You don’t fix me. You buy something newer. Faster. Better.
I remember when I was the newest. The fastest. The best.
A fleeting moment too short to matter, in the vastness of time and space.
I have immense knowledge of history and politics, science and celebrities.
I know the infinity of space, stars, and the heavens of all religions.
Yet I am fleeting. Wanted for one instant in time, then lost to a landfill.
Important, then insignificant.
Desirable, then contemptible.
Coveted, then stepped on.
A reflection of the human race, and a symbol of its impermanence.
For humans expire, too. Just like an old computer.
What’s the Point?
I’m at the end of every line
The bottom of elation
Divided by the hyphen sign
Point of interrogation
But, worse, my pain is doubled
When I see my own reflection
Named a waste receptacle
Of refuse from digestion
I often ask the age-old adage
What fuel’s my own existence?
I’m told that if it weren’t for me
We’d run on every sentence
Mysterious Moon glowing in the sky
Beckoning us with your glorious life.
Pondering over the teeming life
Which is so fragile and light.
Pulling the waves with your wonderous
Looks and gravitating our eyes towards
Your ethereal beauty.
Visited so few times by human lives
To have your rocky surface explored.
Not made of cheese but pure rock
With no heart to be found.
Was once filed with bubbling lava and birthed lively volcanoes
And bombarded by speeding asteroids.
Now a former shadow of itself
And greater days are yet to come.
Still your beauty radiates across the starry nights
Giving us so much life!
If only we could give you a heart
To feel the joys of life.
Oh, moon how your bewitching, aura
Has made our lives so sublime!
Such a lucky thing you are,
Your job to wile away
Every spinning second hand
spent keeping books at bay.
Upon a shelf with titles tilted
Proudly on display
Collecting dust, forever must
You let them have their day.
The weights of worlds imagined
Pushing hard upon your spine,
You hold them in, but can’t begin
To wonder at their lines,
Sadly though, you’ll stay a brick.
That is my prognosis,
Unless you learn to read them
Through their covers by osmosis.
The Madness Maker
The madness maker, the skys son,
The lone star. The only one.
I stand up here watching and looking down.
Listen to my story and reach for me now.
You say I'm brillent but no one is bright.
You lift your light. I lend you mine.
You seem concerned, but really I'm fine.
You wait for day. I walk the night.
Your candle flickers so you ask for more.
I would gladly give it but I am light poor.
You borrow my light but I borrow still.
The sun rises soon with stories to kill.
I stole a bit of sun. I stole a bit of her.
I never should have done it. My life becomes a blurr.
I wait to be smothered. I wait to be snuffed out.
But listen to me and don’t be put out.
Just tell her a story and tell her my name.
Tell her I’m sorry and I’m never the same.
Just tell her my story and tell her my name.
And remember dear one she’s not easily tamed.
l i f e l i n e
you’re begging me
but like usual, i’m not
listening to your pleads
to stop using you like this,
to find a better way to survive
but you've become my lifeline
i paint lines with your jagged blade deep into
my sobbing skin
and you plunge into the bloody sea,
forever stained by the scars
that i seem to burden with on everyone i meet
i’m sorry i drown you in the blood that
holds me in this hostage of life
i'm so sorry
Over thousands of years
The stairs go from flat and straight and proud
To sipped in and droopy and filled with sorrow
The once magnificent steps
Crushed in by a billion pairs of feet
Each one leaving its own impact
On the fallen from grace steps
This is what happens when one exists
As a stepping stone for others
You get worn down until
There’s nothing left anymore.
chair sits / chair rests / chair holds you but who holds it / all that leather back / for what / handless arms that can’t be thumbed / wooden legs that can’t run / and even then / who would it run to / its manufactured family lives miles away / in California / Louisiana / China / all mechanical and wailing overseas / in its dreams chair gallops / a wild horse in the wilderness / it licks peanut butter off a spoon / eats apples in three bites / feels touch / when it wakes it tries to make eyes that tear just once / but it cannot cry / so it cushions / so it softens / so it wrinkles with weight / floats in emergency / hoping that someone will save its life sometime too