If We Bothered (18)
We’re never feeling nothing.
Couldn’t we find the gem
In any and all inner conditions
If we bothered to look?
Unturned (17)
To anyone who reads this:
What would you understand of me?
Eternally tortured?
I hope not, for I know secrets
That would ensure joy.
But I move through subterranean levels,
That I might leave no stone–
No stone at all–
Unturned.
Change the Channel (16)
Change the channel.
Stop watching this.
Stop watching to see how bad it gets.
Just change the channel.
Change the world.
Change yourself.
You’re the whole wide world.
Did you forget?
Will You Find Me? (15)
I felt it, a little while back–
That a part of me is hiding
Beneath everything that isn’t fun,
Like a child in a tent of blankets,
Smiling, laughing,
And wondering,
Will you find me?
Wilderness (14)
There is a wilderness;
I wander it alone.
I can’t get you in;
The borders are sealed.
This Is Not Poetry (13)
Enough is enough.
This is not poetry,
But the desperation
Of a reluctant air passenger.
I want to go home,
But where is that?
I Would Believe You (12)
I would believe you
If you told me
That Terminal 2 at JFK Airport
Was in fact some strange purgatory
Between Earth and Hell.
My, but we are in the funhouse tonight!
Controlled Chaos (11)
This is controlled chaos.
This is no place for Homo sapiens.
Just when and how
Did we all agree to this?
Shhhh, you’re finding fault
With a perfect creation again.