Poetry/Prose

Now, Decide

photo credit: mine

photo credit: mine

Right now is a live wire.

You may think only something (maybe boring, maybe not, but limited by what you are exposed to) is happening.

When really everything is, now.

From the outside to sit still may seem pointless–but it is in doing this that we boil ourselves down to nothing and feel everything at once.

A massive speck, sitting there.

You might be in a little room with just yourself yet you know a whale is traversing the sea, a baby is being born, someone is digging through garbage, a businessman is clinking a glass over a million-dollar deal and you sit there and just know.

And on and on and on.

It’s electric, and you have so many options, how to perceive, right now.

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Poetry/Prose, Sugar Free

The First Thing (Stream of Consciousness)

Houdini

Houdini

I guess I’m a good writer

Good enough to tell myself stories

 

So many tales

About who I am

Why I do what I do

How it all makes sense

 

After all

It’s all true, isn’t it?

 

But you see

Nobody knows

What you leave out

As a writer

 

A literal escapade

You can’t say it’s a lie

If you didn’t say it

At all

 

But you can

Outsmart yourself

To the point

Of being an idiot

 

These days

I’m tired of

Bored about

Joking around about

My life

 

So I’m tranquilizing a tiger

Sitting my animal down

Writing a memoire

 

And I don’t want to write

A pile of shit

That tries too hard

 

Just stuff

Really true stuff

That whispers to me

From just slightly left

Of ordinary

 

But I see, as I try this

It hurts

Like cutting yourself

 

To go that deep

You can’t pretend

You’re talking

About anyone else

But you

 

The more you denied

While it happened

The deeper it’s buried

The deeper the cut

 

And what comes up

It’s a poison, in reverse

Healing you

But burning you first

 

And you’re going to bottle it

Put a sticker on it

Something smooth, criminal

 

You’re going to

Sell it

Heal other people with it

 

You’re not making a profit

In the way that counts

 

You’ll never get back

What you lost

And they’ll never know

What it really costs

 

First you have to trip through life

In the dark

Fall

Look back, take a note

Continue

Until you have enough

To draw a map

 

And you can finally do it

But as you do

You have to go back

Feel it all again

Confirm the coordinates

 

This time

Holding your own hand

Forgiving yourself

 

Every time you say:

Holy gods

Why didn’t I see?

 

Every time you answer:

So that others could

 

Shadowland cartographer

 

All the impulses

Curling fingers

To the status quo

To the tea kettle

To the web browser

Far away

To another mind

 

Stir up that tiger

To dream of tall grass

Where it can hide

From itself

Live on meat, alone

 

Escape, escape, escape

I’m not Houdini

Or am I?

 

This map

That’s been drawing me

And wants me to see it

For the rest of my life

 

A writer

An authority

 

Until it comes time

To know the first thing

About myself

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