Category Archives: Chronic Thinker

ARENA


ARENA

The arclights strip me naked 
But let me keep my neuroses 
So long as I package them as poetry
I can trade them in for a fingerful of clicks

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Mirror Maker

Mirror Maker

The person who invented mirrors knew that people needed the shock therapy of truth, daily.

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Packrat Affections 

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Share The Dark

Share The Dark

You carry the night into my heart with you. I have no problem with darkness. It’s the jagged edges of glass hope that I can’t stand.

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The Tinder Generation 


The Tinder Generation

We who fall in love like we’re making war,
still oddly find our peace in love-making and comfort in broken pieces. 

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Too HeartSick To Miss You In Storm Weather

This is part of my Seasonal Nostalgia series.

Nose, stop running
Heart, stop leaping
This is a human body,
Not a P.T. class.

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Roller-coaster

Roller-coaster
Falling in love is like having your stomach turn over. You can make it about the nausea or about the roller-coaster ride. 

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Poetry Is Better Written Than Lived

A rose stained in blood
A note splashed in wine
Painful and beautiful
These torn loves of mine

My passion is messy
So my poetry is bold
But in the end, a tattered self
Is all that I hold

Midas Memory

I have thrown away your memories
I have erased your name
From my poetry, my notebooks,
My life is now almost the same

Now my hands reach for strangers
Shake firm, my touch free of residue
Just the merest hint of a tremor
That no one would know was you

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