What Crosses My Mind

  • Six Hours and Time

    I suppose I could suggest a time frame, the time it takes to drive across the state of mind, water, fuel, warmth, notion, a sedentary reality some might label an escape yet step inside and recognize the vacuum, the loss of empathy, the terror within our own desire to respond. I suppose I could stand…

  • When I Cannot Breathe

    There becomes a slight pang, grows with each sense of desire perhaps some might call it pain, yet this speaker would suggest a small fire. There becomes that need to understand, yet the clock ticks its metered reality, and the notion, the ideal, some aspect of hope, is filtered down again, to a one-time solution…

  • Walking With Anxiety

    Around the corner, I expect to find you, when just coming to a stop outside, I know you’ll be waiting, when they make eye contact, what is it this time they’ll decide is about you. When I reflect upon how often I have worried alone seems the hours of the day really do stretch themselves…

  • Hiding From My Tormentor

    I won’t allow you inside tonight, keep you just at bay, stay away from me you’re a fright always getting in my way. ~ I remember the first time you spoke, the words spilled out in chaos a defensive burden, a speechless choke the alarm of knowing my loss. ~ You took away everything I…

  • I Remember Slowly

    When I was a boy, a baseball game outside, trying to get along, I was just being a boy, found an edge, a warm sort of fuzzy disposition took me outside, to be that boy the baseball diamond. I couldn’t hit the ball without the edge, I just needed a little push, while everyone else…

  • Wise Repartee

    We like to be right, you and me, yes you, not me, only us, we all seem to never want to agree, instead, we’d like to be right all the time. or do we just want to be ok. A couple of years ago, I fought the urge to be wrong, didn’t wish to ever…

  • Old Tapes

    We are reminded often we are fallible we are told a frequent reckoning, by the scant of an eye, the misread unspoken truth a quiet mood all display the heritage of our new understanding. Yet that scrutiny part of our lives, the moment we become real, those indecisive perils, the frightened impulsivity followed by a…

  • I Tried

    I tried to understand, while waves of despair enveloped my mind, tossing me, slapping me, a ruthless affair. ~ My hands were locked inside a pattern everyone else excluded me from knowledge, that reality of pain. ~ When on occasion, a happier time, we could reflect upon the insanity … well such is rare. ~…

  • Winding Will Weave

    We can dance, we might stumble, yet there lives a cadence in wait, ready, willing, like a slow beating drum, a pleasant sort of rhythm, gradual in balance, suggestive of another way. ~ While alone we measure the winds, their sleek posture call upon our twilight in soft melody, perhaps some might say too soon,…

  • My Addictive Personality

    No matter the level of scrutiny, I will lower the boom on my security until I can no longer touch the bottom floating endlessly in the sea of dysfunction. When out in the current, I cannot see land, it doesn’t exist except for the occasional tease of sand between my toes, not enough to keep…