Eleven

Poem #1

I trudge through life

With a battery of flashes and visions hammering me

Constantly

A tear in the world welcomed her

Letting her crawl into my irises

Giving her the chance to camp in my mind

She’s setting up shop

Creating a new visionary flash frame

From the other side…

Poem #2

Is this a dream or some archaic memory inviting itself from some netherworld?

My eyes were fixated on her

Frozen in a moment

Then she left, leaving my world a splintered mess of jagged streaks

In time she would return

To repair the damage

She has done to my senses

Torn my sight

Ruptured my hearing

Bittered my taste

And… ripped out my heart.

Poem #3

Corpse-paint white skin

Mississippi mud brown hair

Coal black eyes

A body traced over an hourglass

In despair I find her a gleaming beacon

In pain her lips as if cut from figs heals me

When will this storybook chapter end?

Or, has she sprung from the pages of my drug-addled mind?

Is she flesh, blood and bone?

Or merely a swirling portrait of imagination?

Poem #4

Who are you and where do you come from?

Have you wiretapped my mind?

Are you a puppet to my thoughts?

As light goes to dark and returns to light

I will find out

I will smash the riddle

Of who my lady from the other side is

Poem #5

The line has been breached

The fine line between reality and dementia has been compromised

My eyes filled with tears

My stomach knotted in perfect pretzel formation

My beating heart yearned to break from my chest

She has now stepped through her own door

Into my room

My room where things tip toe on the tightrope of uncertainty

I could smell the salt off her skin

I could feel the wisp of her hair in the wind

I could hear her soul

Softly speaking to mine

Poem #6

A child falls in love with his favorite stuffed animal

A fine diner relishes a delicious meal

Love

Love has enough definitions to create its own dictionary

I have discovered what true love is

It leaps into my inner being

It dances a sultry dance with my everything

I can’t breathe

I’m falling into the glorious chasm of love

The crimson chamber of lust

The merlot cavern of giddiness

I can’t allow my eyes to view any other woman

It would only be pained by their second-rate image

I am offering myself to her

Take it all

Take my everything

Poem #7

For awhile I was hanging precariously on the ledge

With one hand

While the other scratched my chin in contemplation

I’ve let go

I’m falling

Into her ocean

I want to drench myself in her

My world is being folded into a paper napkin

And being tucked into the back pocket of her jeans

She is mine

I am hers

Nothing else matters

The world could explode

The ground could rumble dragging us all to the center of the earth

The antichrist and the messiah could do battle right in the middle of this city

I wouldn’t notice

I wouldn’t care

Because I’m focused on her

Poem #8

In sleep I’m alive

I’m immortal and content

Enveloped in a ring of happiness and bliss

When I awake the storm clouds return

The monotony glides in across the slick floor of life

I want to sleep forever

Not in death but in dreams

For to be with her brings me that inkling of joy

That has been vacant from my life

Poem #9

The grey aura of sadness has darkened my dear friends

Anger has reared her ugly head and is now riding shotgun on my trek through life

I’m mad with madness

This mystery machine ride has to end

I want off this fucking thing already

Give me clarity or give me death

I’m tired my friends

So

Very

Tired

Poem #10

Mushroom mania by the hundreds

Weed wackiness by the thousands

My brain is a disasterpiece riddled with substance

Oxygen and blood are in constant battle with THC and her allies

World War fucking who knows what

And now it’s dragged reality into the war

Wage war wage war wage war

Am I even standing here?

Are you even sitting there?

Have I jumped the boundary and can never find clarity again?

Time will tell I guess

Poem #11

My life was a turbulent ride on the rocky road of chaos

I traveled in one direction while I was really going in another

I thought one thing while something else was happening

I was lost in the mind fuck

Now, a hand has reached down from the heavens and yanked me up by my collar

Sheathed in purity

Her sleeve is warm and smooth

The freezeframes

The flashbacks

The prophetic delusions of grandeur

Have all been swept away

Swept under the rug never to be seen again

The broom of the future shall keep everything in order

She is the sweeper

She is my anchor

She is my flash forward