Consumer-Friendly Lives

People like to be trapped
in consumer-friendly lives
and grocery aisles.

Eyes transfixed
on television screens
and smart phones.

There is everything
to know about the world
but we only view it
through pixels.

Zombie Apocalypse

The sunday best clothes
they were laid to rest in
will be tattered
and eventually grow stained
with the blood and guts
of their victims.

Peach Skin Ripe

A body bursting
with sweet nectar.
Peach skin
ripe.

Sundays

On Sundays I sleep in,
as if in hibernation,
a warm burrow,
a warm womb,
a warm cave.

Life Doesn't Come in Neat Packages

The human view of time

is in neat little packages.

Days and months and years.

The funny thing is

life doesn't come in neat packages

at all.

It's more like an abstract painting

where colors have been splayed

upon the canvas

at random.

Education

My eye is dry.
It feels like my eyes have sunk in
and anyone looking at me
sees dark purple circles.

I cannot focus.

I want to be away from here
but instead I'm forced to sit here
listening and doing the bidding
of teachers.
Who knows if they deserve
my attention.
They're probably nothing special,
the majority are assholes.

Dreaded Mornings

Upon waking
there is confusion.
I remain half in my dream state.
My mind still there
in that alternate world.

I force myself out of my kingsized bed
and into a hot shower.
But I am still in a trance.

My morning routines
are of no pleasure to me.
I'd prefer to keep dreaming
for at least, a little longer.

Growing Up

The jolt of adulthood
is so sudden.

As the harsh and desolate
realities become known,
childhood is idealized.

Once innocence is lost

it can never be regained.

Bodies Quiver

Forests of velvet friction.

Honey trickles between my legs.

The flesh between my teeth
tastes better
than the words in my mouth.

Old Books

The words of the dead
swim on the written page.

I drink the whole ocean in.

The words dance
on old yellowed pages
for me.

A New Mindset

The days flicker away.
A new month appears
on the calender.
What will I make of it?
Will I be different
after these 28 days of February?
What fates and misfortunes will befall me?

I lie on my bed shivering.
I close my eyes tight
and I expel the negative thoughts.
Think positive.
Think optimistic.
It's all I can do.

A Sad Sort of Ache

Bitter words
recoiling.
Desperate tears.
And something
I can't see
tearing at my heart strings.