alone, I find the oceanic feeling
which philosophers long rhapsodized of
like quicksilver swallowed and sunk
a heavy stone within me
that thins to blood and courses fire;
to be is to realize
the mercurial.
Tag: self-love
The Importance of Self
when there is none to see
when there is none to hear
remember your heart as witness
do not go gentle into that good night
the child who you once were
looks upon you like a sun
Fashionable
Girls obsessed
with wearing
works of art
often forget
that they are one
Your Shadow
Too long I’ve been
kowtowing to you
begging pardon for
the ways I don’t suit your mood
meet your expectations
or wear the right sort of panache.
Now you tell me I’ll never get up
and my eyes sting because
my knees creak, arthritic
when I try to stand.
I grunt and roll over
the asphalt a hot
slice
of anger
down
my
spine.
First things first:
You’re blocking my sun.
Get the fuck out.
Home Port
You problem solve by grabbing
a black portmanteau
and a fedora weathered
by sand and sun,
coming back to me
air-mailed or sea-driven
after loneliness forces
false contrition.
But today, I trail across a globe
with five fingers of possibility
powered by anger, but more:
an intrinsic love of self.
I refuse any longer
to be your anchor.
This is the harsh truth, I’ll sugarcoat it none
Games of luck and games of chance
Flying a kite on a warm summer’s day
Are wonderful, stress-free pastimes
Those childhood modes of play.
But do not think to tinker with my heart
To take it apart and wait until I erect it again
Do not mistake an emphatic “NO” for a start
And resume those cruelest forms of trickery.
That façade that proclaims kindness is false
That smile only searches for a new toy to break
Like a self-deluded hero
You mistake a friend as a vampire to stake.
And though I loved you, and showed myself true
I love myself more, than to be treated so by you.
Oneself
Your memory sits on my soil.
Like a stone monument, I cannot move it.
Like a stone monument, I cannot deface or raze it.
I cannot dig up the ground on which it stands.
But I shall let the ivy grow over it;
I will reclaim all of me.
RED GLADIOLA 