8.17.2011

virus.

invasion and
replication

the before was but
microscopic and
virtually harmless, oh! but the
after!

this thing has brought us to
our knees

drinking orange juice and
wiping hard drives and
eating nothing but soup and
anti-virus software and
vitamins, vitamins, vitamins

irrevocable damage, so many
moments, lost
hours spent sleeping and
data unrecoverable

a remarkable villian
powerful, common, and
not even
alive


written for movaten.

8.14.2011

pain.

i don’t have to feel this way or any
way or any-
thing at all

a tiny little bottle and one
swig of anything and i can
flip a switch that my
mind cannot reach, cannot
wrap around, cannot
seem to ever
forget

one
tiny
pill

and i don’t have to think
don’t have to dream
or remember
or be afraid
or feel
any of it

i need only breathe
in and out, and simply
fade to
grey


written for movaten.

8.11.2011

i.

i do not see and
unsee, hear and then
unhear so that you are
always right

i cannot be commanded or
programmed to
drop my pants at will, post
x-amount of
compliments or
glasses of wine

i am not your
plaything, no matter how
many times you may have
fooled me

i am living,
breathing,
feeling,
suffering, and i am
rapidly out-
growing you


written for movaten.

8.08.2011

art.

art is more than a thing, like it is
alive and breathing and growing in-
side me

dangerous when premature and
usually on time and
sometimes you think the inspiration will never
manifest outside your
mind, never
grace the world, fully
developed and
alive

sooner or later, though, it
comes bursting forth, to
its own beautiful rhythm, and
perfect


written for movaten.

8.05.2011

connected.

the minute i feel
alone, or feel
sad, or feel
empty, i slide to
unlock and i

call and i
tweet and i
facebook and google+ and
email and text and
heytell, ‘cause that’s so much more
personal

i have somehow managed to
place all my humanity, all my
connection, my longing, my
time, my energy, the
entirety of my
self into one
tiny, complex little
machine


written for movaten.

8.02.2011

the bottle.

you speak to me as if i
care to listen
call to me like you
need me

i have told you no so
many times, but i cannot
fight you
forever, not
alone

my one companion through it
all, through every
thing that i have seen, every
thing that i have felt

you are
the one thing i can count on and i
cannot deny myself one
small
drink

written for movaten.