how easy things would be
if i could erase the
complicated parts of me
and begin anew, with the
eyes of a child, looking
for the best in everything
hit reset
growing-orbits:Leonard Cohen, from Beautiful Losers
Goodbye, Jones Drive
I’m leaving you behind, Jones Drive.
May you rest in peace.
You see my hardwired brain needs
Retooling, and there are a
Few synapses crossed someplace
That have caused a short in
My elaborate circuitry.
I will keep pieces of you, if
You don’t mind. Perhaps the
Easter egg tree and the marbles
I found with my treasure map,
And maybe the Japanese lanterns
and the cow studded field
On the way to school.
I need new dreams, selective
Desires for my bucket list.
Right now, my bucket is empty
And I can’t imagine what to put inside.
Whatever it may be, must be fun.
I’m not sure I know how; I just
ain’t wired that way - yet.
1. Smell a flower.
2. Talk to the dog about primordial soup.
3. Am I having fun yet?
No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.
— Carl Jung (via nirvikalpa)
(Source: idi0teque)
“Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark.”
—Wallace Stevens
(Source: apoetreflects)
the laundry tub
My tall father would
appear on rare occasions
and load me into his
Ford like old luggage.
Then, he’d deposit me
like a rubber check
at the feet of a woman
who didn’t need to tell
me she hated my guts.
I’m not sure what she
did to make me loath her too;
it could have been those
baths in the laundry tub
smelling of Tide and disinfectant,
Or, perhaps it is because
I asked her why she
wished for so many children
when she didn’t seem to
like any of them.
He never came home at night,
at least not while I was there.
It could have been that
I was a reminder of my
mother, or it could be that
the son-of-a-bitch just
Never came home.
Change: A Survival Instinct
