Learning a New Language

It’s the closest you’ll ever get

To being a baby again

None of these words make sense

But you know they are supposed to

 

Start at the beginning

Re-learn the alphabet

You’ll say words wrong

No one will understand you

You will be frustrated

 

Throwing things no longer helps

And you wish you could remember things

Words

People

Accents

Letters

 

Молоко

우유

Milk

 

Finally you remember

These mean milk

It’s a start

Are there any ghosts?

You live in an old house now

Anything spooky happen?

 

If any souls departed from this house

They did so peacefully

It is not without its creaks and groans

The fan squeaks and clicks

The air conditioner makes the lights blink

The washing machine causes the floor to vibrate

 

If there are any old ghosts here

That I need to face

They are all inside my head

The Late One

The hour that slipped away

The disconnect in the brain

The forgotten task

This is the poem that was late by five minutes

Nightlight

The gentle holy glow

That chases away the dark

Sitting by my side

On this silent night

An owl looking into the dark

Silently comforting me

No dark thing will find you tonight

No nightmare will wake you tonight

As long as I am here

Sweet Baby

Gentle creature in this space

Gentle affections that you give

Sweet baby

No judgements

No concerns

Just sweet affections

And gentle green eyes

Monsters

There’s a monster in the mist

Dark shape looming

Arms reaching

Teeth snapping

Coming through our world from lands unknown

Roots in the ground

Leaves on it’s arms

It’s just a tree

 

There’s a monster in the closet

Shifting in the dark

Eyes glowing

Throat growling

Slipping through the back doors in dimensions

Buttons

Air vents

Just a coat and an air current

 

There’s a monster in my head

Whispering softly to me

Dreams of blades and blood

Wishes for my own destruction

Smiles at me

With familiar eyes

No easy explanation for this one

It really is a monster

And there is no escape

Scorpio

You know it took me forever

To realize that Scorpio was a water sign?

Surely we were fire

Surely we were evil

And burned everything away

After all our constellation was the scorpion

Forever chasing Orion out of the sky

Reminding Artemis every year

That no man could have her

Save her twin brother

 

Surely we were fire

Surely we were evil

Surely we burned and stole and killed

Instead we are water

We wear away

We wash away

We undermine and pull apart

And take away

From mortals and gods alike

Listen To Me

Can you hear me?

I said, can you HEAR me?

No, can you hear ME?

CAN you hear me?

Can YOU hear me?

 

You complain that I get over-dramatic

But you wouldn’t listen to me until I did

They say to let out your feelings and say what you mean

But no one believes me when I use simple words

 

This bothers me

Well you can get over it

No I mean this makes me feel like my brain is going to bleed out of my ears

Did you have to be so over-dramatic?

Well you didn’t listen to me when I said this was bothering me

What more choice did I have?

 

I use the tools of poets and writers

To try to force you to understand

That I want to scratch my veins out of my arms

That shocks of electricity are bouncing like pinball off my skull

That crowds when they are too close make me want to scream

That too much tension and closeness makes me want to commit acts of violence

That unexpected noise jolts me out of my train of thought, derail me, cause me to crash the train, and it takes work to get it back on again

 

Do you get it now?

Do you understand yet?

Can you hear me now?

Listen to me

I’m telling you everything you’ve ever needed to know

In a hurry

Always in a hurry

Always on the run

The kids of this generation

Never get any fun

Nothing New Under the Sun

They say there’s nothing new under the sun

Everything has been done

 

But people still climb mountains

Because they’they’ve never been up there

 

People still write books

Because they have their own tales to tell

 

People still sing songs

Because their ears haven’t heard the song of their heart

 

And people still run races

To feel the wind in their own hair

 

There is nothing new under the sun

Except everything we have never experienced