08 Jan 2022
I got up this morning and listened to music,
brushed, showered, and prepared.
Made breakfast and saw snowy streets out the window,
while watching Stephen Colbert.
I put on my boots and trudged out in the gray sky,
careful to not slip anywhere.
He welcomed me with a form, and phone from his pocket
to pick songs from this comfortable chair.
He opened my mouth and stabbed in some needles
and I lost all sensation there,
then scraped and drilled and pulled and stitched in mirth,
excising a part of me there since birth,
as I lay drooling, gasping for air.
He wiped all the blood and gave me some paper,
to replace that which is beyond repair.
I walked out to CVS, and Dunkin for a donut.
Got one and they gave me a spare.
I came home and logged on and checked in at work:
a client call and a session to pair.
All I have now are stitches, a picture, and memories.
That which once was isn’t there.
A Friday to cherish in uniqueness and rarity,
to Freya I send this prayer.
Not again in a year, or two, or ten,
for this I hope and swear.
Until I remember the follow up next week,
much to my despair.
08 Dec 2020
The freedom to say
what’s on your mind
without filter or favor
is the epitome of true friendship.
It is when you are able to be
your most honest self,
with ease and with glee.
Spending time with friends
makes you feel lighter.
It eases the burden
and propels the jubilation.
So many things are easier with friends.
I have friends who really listen to what I say,
and I love them for it.
And I have friends who don’t really listen at all,
and I love them for that too.
It is good to be deep,
and wonderful to be glib.
The interplay of ideas,
the banter of buddies,
the tandem of tone transcends
mere conversational exchange
and realizes the ever elusive state
of social comfort:
where no one is awkward,
no one is pretending,
no one is sacrificing for the sake of the other,
where two people in service to themselves
are perfectly servicing each other,
where the vibe is sweet,
and safe,
and good.
It is good to have friends.
And it is lucky to have friends.
10 Sep 2019
Get more sleep, exercise.
A side of salad, not the fries.
Read a book, feed the soul.
Don’t fall into a Reddit hole.
Go outside, climb a hill.
Enough of solo Netflix & chill.
Be in nature, smell the flowers.
Stop YouTube after three hours.
Listen to people, call your gran.
Stop staring at girls on Instagram.
I’d make things better with this plan,
if only I had the attention span.
11 Jun 2019
Your long slender fingers
come and intertwine,
as your lips approach
and interlock with mine.
I cannot feel you
without also being felt.
The soft strokes soothing,
the warmth that makes me melt.
The hum of your sweet voice
resonates within my chest.
Who knew that being this close
would help me open best.
19 Mar 2019
A demon of love was sent to me
to light my lips on fire.
Tall and bold and white and gold,
swaying to lute and lyre.
Three weeks in tempest spent aroused
with the hustle of a mini hoard:
a sustained release compacted dose
of the magical Maxxxie Ford.
Though her blood runs warm and eyes aflame
and she loves the seductive art,
beneath the masque and within her breast
beats a tender, angel’s heart.
There are those that fade from memory,
and those that scar the mind.
But a gentler, softer, sexier brand
nevermore shall I find.