Thought Comforts

Blunt stones and shattered glass of anxiety

That grind and crack will

And lacerate comforting plush of calm

Disembowel.

That brisk wind of rolling thoughts

That seamlessly translates into words

Soothing, smiles—

Emit word, laughter!—

Torn, confused, made introspect

With thoughts racing, breaking

Oh youdon’t thinkIdidn’t mean

Clashmisunderstand heat willshehe notheydont

Understand!

Dedalus epiphanied in confession box.

Perhaps if I realize that life flows, progresses;

Admit to myself that the past has just happened,

I can smile at any halts or recesses

And see conversation’s wonder:

When an idea comes to mind

And you say and I say

And thoughts connect and words roll

In a constant, present, unceasing flow.

I do not know confession box,

But when turbulent in mind

I like to walk to the source

Where the spring gurgles upwards

And present is present and the past has flown past.

again

Barebellied sweaty rednosed stumbler

In the next room over

Through the partition I hear

slobbering hcupn groan bel chstumbling

ihave to pretend I love you everyday

hcupglad we’re clearihate

and he shambles away

back to his den

where he sleeps and forgets

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Shackles, shackles

Arguing a point I don’t believe

Inspiration falling like dry leaves

Cracking, crunching

Underfoot of indifferent passerby

Unmitigatedhatefrommydryeyes

Love, love

With burning passion

The cold chain that fastens

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Infernal

Inside this feeling, fiery

Spurns me towards that

Not yet grasped

The undiscovered

Beautiful—already, to an extent

At hand—but further, deeper

All feelings

I need to feel fiery eternal