There is no kick in the start. No juice in the blender. The molecular organization is scrambling and I’m laying face down in the dust, or carpet or whatever your floor covering of choice may be. “Must Be Molecular Dysfunction” It’s a feeling, a sensation. Molecules are tearing apart in zillions of directions and I cannot hold them in one …
A Fractured Memory – Fake a Kidnapping Betray a Love
Does ominous hang in the air? The poets say yes, but to me it was the heaviness of a tropical summer. A hot day thick with the smell of mango’s, banana and the dust from the road. A tiredness from the heat of the market and the weight of worrying about feeding us, your recovery and surviving the hatred of difference.
Heartrending, Soul Retching, Exquisite Agony from Forbidden Loving & Loss
I cannot speak. Loss renders my words ineffective. I cannot do what’s expected And pretend. I must surrender to soul retching agony Make friends, STOP struggling My evolution is the other side I see the drones Afraid of pain, sadness Who twitch from side to side An effort of avoidance doomed to fail I struggle to express how I feel …