Years Better Erased than Written

I have enough words to tell you I don’t have anything to say,

Not now and not ever again.


What’s the point?

What does it matter?

Does anyone actually value being literate,

Or is it merely a convenience?


Buried in megapixels,

Whored out for micro SDs,

If only you had a brain.


For the fact that change has occurred,

Life remains the same;

Yet because hardly anything is the same,

It’s only then we recognize there has been any change.


D          I         E



Exploratory Surgery

Sometimes my mind is so congested with speech,

I wish I could hire a surgeon to slice it open;

As if my thoughts could just be filtered out that simply,

Or maybe not even filtered but rather released.

Amidst the breaking morning light & fatigues blurry sight,

I reach out similar to a blind man,

Feeling the darkness in order to sense a lightness of being.

Children are often scolded as they put themselves in danger,

But what if they’re reminding us to be curious again?

Of course, we should protect those we care about;

But what if in the times of danger,

They’re doing the main thing they can to call out the good in the unknown?

What if they’re reminding us that our enslavement to fear is voluntary?