The Mid-Terms are Coming

Sigh season

cling to ballots
vote no Ebola

empty tacky
talking head

mouth-breathers
painting a picture

saturated with
oxygen urine

feces and saliva

REM

In dreams: wake up
Your breathing soft, rhythmic
as leaky faucet keeping me
awake at night

The oak looming overhead
casts no shadow

Your hand placed on my chest
keeps us alert, anxious
at any moment it may burst

I feel you circulating

A brief moment of excitement-
you turnover, sigh deeply
This isn't working 

Sleep paralysis:
I'm on a couch, shifting
and itching to hear
soft steps on the stairs

Your voice breaks the void

Adult life:
Calls to make
Bills to pay
Mouths to feed

The shifting and itching
never ceases

Free Right

Okay so here's something weird:
hallucinations. These damn things
actualizing lunging out portals.
stinky, sticky, primordial goo
dripping off dark, crusted lips

Immediately demons
begin their dance: stretching,
contorting their bodies over
white walls turning black,
elastic, and moist.

Walls changing color. Red, blue,
yellow, orange, in cycle. Patterns
emerging, now deaf, soft
glow emanates from still visible
teeth on the walls like stars.

Blood stains the unconsumed
carpet. Bloodstains take a life
its own, forming words and
growing hair. Performance
now over, clap clap clap.

I cannot speak/I have no mouth.
I cannot hear/I have no ears.
I cannot see/I have no eyes.
I cannot touch/I have no limbs.
I cannot breath/ ....

This movement is senseless.
There is no time.

Acronym Thing

I ride angst waves

with hopes they'll 

carry me to a 

land of riches,

bitches, and pussy.

But really,

I would love sleep.

You're Suicidal

Disorder shook the walls
as it manifested in the
image of a woman,
now blonde and close.

I unknowingly reached
out to her, she
accepted and began
her new exercise.

She noticed I
noticed her new
habit. She assured me
this one isn't fatal.

Now dirty blonde,
she sits at my
desk. I'm shrinking
in my cool.

Lastly, a dark-haired
boy alone in his room.
She may be losing it,
She may be standing.

I'm still alone.

That Time of the Year

Freak Season:
Despondent mothers,
Bratty Teenagers,
Shady ex-cons,
All wandering our city.

The circus left town,
But wouldn't you know it?
They took me with them!
Follow my trail of peanuts,
And meet me in Babylon.

Dock Guy

I'm sitting here at work listening to Nirvana which reminds me how I've been locked in your heart shaped box for weeks but anyway I'm at work sitting here watching the dock while Adam goes and eats something from across the ditch and I'm just sitting here at work biding my time until an SUV zooms up with rusty cracked musty junk requesting a receipt to present during tax season because charity has a price and altruism is superficial if you ask me and I'm just sitting here writing and waiting and thinking and wondering which rope in the dock area is the sturdiest as I sit and think and wait and contemplate what Adam is having for lunch from across the ditch