I drank the ink
poured down the sink
then sank a little lower
I wish to think
with lenses pink
I’ve wisdom of a knower
But I confess
I am a mess
as shown within my stanza
So I shall dress
my deep distress
with adjective organza
I gave the voices your tongue to hear their words in the voice of another. How differently I hate myself when the recital of criticism takes on a separate tone. The ex-plosives are missed as your snipes detonate in an uglier timbre. The richness of that trill is taken as an ever renewing esteem tithe, gradually depreciating my self-belief’s valuations so the bare bones can be given back to the earth cost free. Would the words you made me delete have made any difference? They’ll greet me when I finally give into the bitterness and momentarily regret all I hadn’t the chance to regret before.
Drops of boiled beeswax
poured into the lap of eventide
fixed up the familiar face
Soul syphoned as tax
with lips forever widely untied
yet draped in smatters of lace
Bright acrylic lacs
whispering old words that formed and dyed
a novel paint palate case
from feeble watercolor tears cried
at night end's bitter disgrace
Broken into scraps
less than what it could and would provide
more than all it could erase
Bent toes cling to the surface that might fall.
Do I stand upon the ground or the wall?
Swaying in gentle breeze I brace
to plummet fast, but land with grace
if this dream deems me unworthy.
Clouds stream with torrential echoes of doubt
that nourish my inner progressions drought.
The grip of untrodden steps fails -
I wait to land upon the shales
But fall upward into the stars.
Free floating among the weightless moonlight,
I look below with more pleasant hindsight.
I was bound in scared appeasement -
Now fear suffers a bereavement
as I cross into my own light.
Intuitively I knew to let it go before
My mind fixated on it too much.
Perhaps I could distract myself
Entirely from my own insecurity that's
Reaching it's clawed hand up
From the pits of my stomach to scratch my
Esophagus as though it's itching.
Controlling the impulse is pointless because -
Take that apostrophe and that space -