From My Brain to Yours

my hands are small and bony and my arms are like that, too; i keep each bony foot inside a well-selected shoe for what i lack in substance i make up in part with length, and i’ll swear that i possess deceptive quantities of strength i’ve been lifting up this pile of ideas every day; the pile keeps on growing since i can’t throw one away my face becoming bonier, i hollow out with age — i’m getting gaunter at a rate i really cannot gauge  it doesn’t happen daily, but it happens as i go, because the face inside the mirror’s not the one i used to know  i like who i’m becoming and i like the whos i’ve been, and i truly can’t imagine thinking self esteem’s a sin my mouth’s a sanctuary, full of music, words, and food, a couple dozen bony teeth, a tongue those teeth have chewed… i find comfort in my body, bony limbs and heart and all; it’s the vessel that i’m riding down the river to the falls

if something’s in the air and then it rushes towards the earth, it’s gravity that pulls it but the impact is a birth   a thud is the beginning of when pre-thud times are past, and before it fell we didn’t know that time would be the last in the moment, we were thinking of our grocery lists and chores; finding time to wash the dishes, take the trash out, mop the floors but when came the thud it startled us and changed our point of view — we realized very suddenly that pre-thud days are through  and now we will continue through this newly altered age, we’ll explore our new reality when forced to turn the page  we will push through the beginning; we may never see an end until the time itself is shriveled. in the meantime, be my friend

 when simple simplicity lacks specificity complex rigidity fails to contain it if i spit in a cup then the cup’s full of stuff which eventually should be poured out and drain-ed i was born as an animal, weaned off of flammable milk from the breast of a fiery dragon though the dragon’s invincible, strictly on principle, i’m still convinced i might fall off the wagon  i know i’ll still grow if i will it to happen; i think hard enough to do lots in a day, but sat in the seat of this life i’m not strapped in — now might be the time to be learning to pray