I’m trapped in reality —
Come rescue me, angel of dreams.
blackout poetry created from Connie Willis, Passage, 2001
poems
Drifter
Moments drift like smoke
disappearing while you sleep —
tick, tick, tick
tick, tick, tick
blackout poetry created from Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014
Cycles
Death recycles life
Life recycles death
Changeup
We need rests called naps
and rests called play,
We need little moving rests
called getting away.
Vertigo
i think my body
is afraid of heights
because my mind
is already always
too dangerously
close to the edge
Reasonless
there’s no reason
grief and hope
can’t be friends
Acupuncturist
pulse tells our secrets —
seeking wellness with needles
healer points the way —
Begrudge
don’t disdain the youth their ideals
or their puppy love head-over-heels
eventually they will learn and settle
inevitable retrogress — lover & rebel
Assault
help please police help
everywhere i go
chocolate’s being a’salted!
But seriously. Knock it off. Leave some of it plain for those of us who prefer our chocolate without condiments!
Uplifting
when winter gets deep
into languishing hearts
poetry promises spring
Sleepy
sunday afternoon
drowsiness fell off a cliff
landing in a nap
Man forbid
What’s in the raging flame
of banned books burning?
Knowledge, truth, learning;
courage, freedom, yearning.
Lost & unfound
opportune words
fall into my brain
at inopportune times
quickly lost to real life —
not to be found again, i fear
’til some inkless paperless afterlife