The Matter
It gathers at the nothing. It collects at emptiness.
Grasp after it and lose it.
It’s nearly, nearly tangible,
but it does not exist.
And it’s the only thing that makes this world
Matter.
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it’s fine.
hold still and listen.
you have time.
that dead weight pressing down from overhead,
the ticking clock,
the way it interrupts silence,
Louder,
Louder,
Louder.
an illusion.
you have time.
time to make, time to fill
there is always
one more minute.
talk to your friends
waste your moments
make french toast
watch TV
read books
create
vegetate
that buried alive feeling
the you-havent-done-enough
the you-havent-done-it-right
the you-arent-who-you-should-be
you made that up.
leave it behind and see how nothing changes
except a renewed sense of freedom
freedom
a cool breeze, a new car, a flushed cheek
Reflecting Pond
still pond, clear water
timeless clarity
a spotted koi
insatiable little fish
wide open maw
gulping, gulping
food, acorns, dirt, air
anything it can swallow
feed it and it doubles
in size, in need
churning the water
begging to be filled
tearing the perfect reflection
into ten thousand tiny pieces
Clean Slates
Every day is a clean slate.
Every minute a fresh start.
Every second new.
We are children
We are idiots
All we do is blunder,
Make mistakes.
We’re lucky we get
Countless
Redos.
Empty Self
Empty self
Empty self
Mantra is to empty self
Pull your feelings off the shelf
And pour them down the drain.
Nobody needs that shit in their life.
Nobody needs the nasty voices
The gut punch of insecurity
The sharp ream of loathing
Nobody needs that mean little chewing creature
In their heads.
Some people don’t have mean little creatures in their heads.
Instead they have burning skyscrapers.
Some people are trapped in a crashing plane,
Or whole self sunk deep under quicksand, waiting for a breath.
Some people have something inside them so damaging,
They can’t even bear to look inward.
Fresh Hell 