For A Reader Who Probably Won't

There are no simple people

But we let our simplicity be enough

Not just in roles but in the holes in our story

"Assume no one cares and you'll have less to worry" 

Even if it's not true

The truth is just a tool 

And no one's been building 

Even now just storm shelters

And what I miss most is not missing you

When you were there and so was I 

And there are no simple people 

But we try 

Noisy Nostalgic

Maybe we could talk like we used to
Through clues infused in verse
Like a sieve of reprieve
Whenever we assumed the worst

Maybe we could meet like we used to
One piece at a time
Eyes for hearts from afar
Or brush your hand by mine

Maybe we could live like we used to
But older now, wiser
I would be more open
And you’d have nothing to fear

Phantasm, Side: B

I’ve been waiting on a windowsill like I got a cup of bad luck and some time to fill

Some brain cells to kill

I’m satiating cravings with contagions and confusing conversations, will

You please help me, I’ve grown a conscience

It seems to be telling me to ignore common sense

And pretend I’ve still got relevance tied up in the back 

Like some cat who owes me two pence

And I’ll spend my hours like a credit card

Like I spent my childhood in somebody else’s backyard

I’ll rack up a debt of regret that I’ll aim to forget

And I’ll miss and then hit on some awful intent

My incentive is fainting like goats who are scared

I’m more unprepared than me at the front of class in my nightmares

I’m so selfless it’s selfish, I’m un-self-aware

Like a circle describing corners to a square

I can’t even get there where you are 

I’m too near, you’re too far

I’m too weird, you’re too scarred

I’m talking to myself again

When will my shelf-life end

Hey, can we still be friends

After I go incorporeal?

Abusive Geometries

It's a crick in my neck
An itch, a stitch that keeps pulling
Loose threads in my head
The base of my skull pounding
Sounding like static
Automatic panic
Aching pain
Straining my ears to hear some
Numbing calm
I'm a time bomb
Tick, tock, twitching trigger finger
Creaking floorboards
Too loud to ignore
Too now to be forewarned
Scorned by spooks
Phantom limbs
Enwrap my throat
Entrap my scope
Ropes for walls
Pulling all jagged thoughts
Ragged wants
Holy hunts
Who does prey pray to
When hounds wear halos?

Little Balloons and Lit Candles

Maybe you and I could find the time
For just the two of us to someday
If that's okay
But for now, here's your present
and a card I made myself to say
Thanks for the invite, liked the music
And a night out, I sure could use it
I'll see you later, and well I
Hope you had a nice birthday

Oh yes, I am introverted
I've exerted all my energy to prove
No you've not got my feelings hurt, it's
Not some new bad attitude
I don't need to meet new people
Though I know you want me to
Just because I left the party
Doesn't mean it's 'cause of you

People are like cakes
There can be layers inside of us
Some like it plain, some like it fancy
Some with ice cream or with nuts
But the one thing that remains the same
In all us cakes, remember thus
No matter how nice the frosting looks
That's what you can never trust

Little balloons and lit candles
Don't get too close
Don't fly too high
Blow them up and blow them out
And cut the cake, hold tight the handle
Make your wish and share a slice
And say goodbye

Coast Virgo Copter Rock

There's a point in this lonely nightmare
Sharp as a tack on a map
In the middle of the ocean
And a bit to the left
Wherein my dreams feel more full
Than waking life
Real or not
The illusion is marked by its population
The Sandman's space by its weight
Heavy lids like swinging doors
And barren mornings
What a life, so dull
Even drudgery cuts
Kills.

Inclement Forecast

I can't stop caring
I can't stop loving you
Maybe you wouldn't treat me this way
If you still cared too