Anxious dreams
waking frustrations translated by
ill fitting footwear and slacks
an increasing inability to create pleasing pairs
a throb – an ache
the indication of an impending low
perhaps reaching the level of no return
no more good mornings, no more pleasant afternoons
this blameless condition
- lacking all sense of upheaval -
has paralyzed me
stealing the last traces of hope.
JMG
4.22.09
April 22, 2009
Lately
April 13, 2009
Plus two
recesses –
I am plummeting casually.
Mind warped and desires jaded:
what interests me is what led us both astray.
Your thick fingers wrapping a noose around me –
this sense of creativity looming
mourning days, a haggard weeping
we both know what I’ve been seeking.
here: my palm stretched out to you
another offering for your box of treasures
flip the reasoning –
there is nothing left of me to give.
JMG
4.13.09
November 15, 2008
Today is much like other days
Today is much like other days
the flame of me rising with lofty dreams of release
imagining a drop of responsibility followed by
cascading words forming vicious statements –
these things make returns unnecessary
Oh how my heart aches.
10.7.08
JMG
November 13, 2008
On the Verge of my 26th Birthday
tick, tick, tower
my luck is crumbling to make room for progress
perception skipping a broken tune
early rising to early riser
this is it, now
bloated reality punctured by tiny pin pricks
each held by individual emotions
“enough!” they repeat,
but it’s still the opposite.
11.13.2008
JMG
