poem – Thistle Thoughts

“It Starts” @ Fevers of the Mind

New published poem.

Her name was
made famous by someone
more blonde & more willing
to cry on command

New Published Poem

it seems we’re floating
in barometric confusion

Yes, life eats at me
Raw, difficult to digest

I listened to recordings of your
voice on splintered cassette tapes
just to trigger a decent dream.

a man gave me
his abduction diary

they tell me I’m still too young,
but I know the darkness doesn’t
discriminate

Those perfect pearls imprint
an enlightened message
on my fruit-thin flesh

I pick scabs in layers
to know exactly what being an
obstacle to your own healing
looks like