Dissociation

Imbalance

There’s something solid on the other side of the mirror It winks at me. I reached toward you and only Only break the glass Perforating the skin But there is no blood beneath Only the bones of a story Notes and plot outlines Prayers for silence And The reflection of your unfulfilled adolescent dreams.

WD 142 “Special Effects”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Special Effects Chest pain Is a constant A wall between myself and the body There is a chronology that I am separated from as I hover Above the flesh, noncommittal Like a prince who can’t make up his mind You’re falling into the water You’re stumblingContinue reading “WD 142 “Special Effects””

WD 114 “The Eyes Watch the Body”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. The Eyes Watch the Body Autumn is a luxury A gift to those born in the spring When rains are heavy, cold and merciless Branches are greener for me, always greener Like a secret tucked away or an Insect, imprisoned in a paradise of amber SeeContinue reading “WD 114 “The Eyes Watch the Body””

WD 96 “Displaced”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Displaced You can see me in the snowfall As a silhouette between descending diamonds Groundswell, black ice And I am in the slush also There are many roads that go from point A to point Z But I have taken the path of Vapor Transmigration CanContinue reading “WD 96 “Displaced””

WD 85 “Trauma Coping”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Trauma Coping We speak Heard through the walls, like the throbbing of heavy bass or A muffled scream into a pillow as we Choke on the watery deluge rising from our core chakra You tell us, what we are, what we feel and how to dreamContinue reading “WD 85 “Trauma Coping””

WD 56 “Deep Sea Life”

A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Deep Sea Life Vindicate me, God above all kingdoms There are many things that need to be done and undone in a lifetime Ripples wave across the surface of my awareness I am blind Though I feel The ocean of goosebumps on your neck and myContinue reading “WD 56 “Deep Sea Life””

WD 47 “Francis”

A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Francis Sometimes they want to stick their fingers down your Throat, those cyclopean halls. Cry till they let you kiss The feet of the czars on step ladders, and We aren’t even stars – The fire in us is metaphorical but when My chest heaves andContinue reading “WD 47 “Francis””