Natural Health.

This is what I do all day when I'm free at my new job. It's pretty nice:

#1
To be in a place of belonging
with stories in head of
alternate universes and
scattered stars and
snowdrift valleys and
cocoa fields of eccentricity

To feel stuck in a rut
when the stories around are
lifegiving forces and
shattered dreams and
starry eyes and
taxi cab crashes of memory

To feel lost in an open air void
out of the stories heard of
breathless adventures and
primal screams and
velveteen scars and
overworked schedules of fantasy

To feel trapped in a realm of liberty
with nothing but stories to write of
swashbuckling lives and
distancing wormholes and
lamenting planets and
omnipotent goddesses of yesteryear

Is like running in place with a dog at your heels
calling for help when there's no dial tone
praying for sun in a windowless room
telling a secret to a deaf and dumb priest
buying a gun to protect against fear
loving a man who loves only himself
no escaping acceptance today.


#2
The wordsmith carves languages
from faraway forges
delving into categories of -ations and -isms
so long forgotten had all others let them

of course there's no meaning
in letters we're stringing
acrimonious poses of grand eloquations
magnanimous spoutings for mind segregation

the way of the future
is telepathy dreaming
pass away to a -verse with no communication

bending waves in personal space
the lone intervention
no "man", no "woman",
only feeling; emotion

can't hide if it's quiet
or in the death knell of the streets
can't keep hidden if there's nothing
no separation of mind
between waking, dreaming, and speech


#3
Identity seeking
when there's no such thing
in a world keeps on turning without you
out of touch
out of class
out of sight
out of mind
out of style
for a while?

Stop, look, and listen
to what has been missing
from the world that was built up around you
running free
running blind
running scared
running circles
running home
but home's alone
don't you see?

An Open Letter.

Dear Selfless Masses,

You are growing in number,

suffering
from a cataract
of good intent,

an addiction

to Veiled Schadenfreude,

an affliction

called Indiscrimination.

Symptoms include

becoming "Yes-men"

with a constant need

to help Others.

Withdrawal includes

recognition of

the screaming need

to focus on yourself.

Selfishness:

a harrowing surreality,

we know.

Don't fear.

We're here.

After assessing,

discriminating,

detecting your worth,

we may choose

to assist you.

Should you come up short,

sorry,

there's nothing we can do

for you.

If you've learned a thing

from this note,

you should not take offense

to such addressed honesty.

Instead, 

 1. know you don't need us,

 2. address what's at stake,

 3. put the TV on the sidewalk,

 4. with the news, build a hat,

 5. bar the door;

 6. unplug,

 7. turn off,

 8. take time,
 9. read this,

10. and don't-forget-to-breathe.

Thoughts will come

if you let them.

If thinking for Self

is too much

coming from us,

remember the words

of your foremartyr:

nothing will change in this world

if you can't first change it

in you.

Hope we see you

on the other side.

With Love,

The Recovery Team

A Billie Holiday.

Woke up late
wrong side of bed
been here before
unfinished dreams scream in my head;

Grey in the sky
blues in my mind
can't stop this flood
falling harder than rains outside;

Know what this is
I'm skipping class
the best excuse
shooting head pain like shards of glass;

Someone broke in
he stole my heart
can't go there now
too much to change, time to restart;

As seasons chill
processes slow
cold presses in
comfort slips in blankets of snow;

I'll nap right now
no, tomorrow
can't ever sleep
don't you get it? This time's borrowed--

Just like our thoughts
just like our bones
just like our breath
we rent this space, it's not to own.

To make the most
of what is Real
explore all things
don't be afraid to fail and feel.

Dr. Seuss Space
Billie's Blues Show
Multitask Class
With some guidance--where'd the pain go?

From Whence It Came or To Whence It Goes?

Originality, a Western distortion:

My thoughts are all History.

I'm not at all Special,

but it's a nice comradery

to know I'm not alone--

just amongst Special.

Blaarp.

Be a frog
don't get bogged
down in sludge

Without green
life's obscene
stay awake

When you hop
keep on top
lily-padded

Take the time
step out of line
and listen up

Scrape off slime
there's still time
don't get caught