Sunday, July 28, 2013

No Compassion

No Compassion

Our therapist said,
as she rolled up to him
knee to knee
“You’re a bully.”

My heart stopped.
I thought he would bolt.
Instead he chuckled, said
“I guess you’re on to me.”

I never knew he knew
he was a bully, considers
it a complement, he relishes
 in it.

She rolled up to me, said
“You hired on to teach him.
What you failed to notice,
he wasn’t advertising.”

He is a narcissist.
He has a disease
aligned with narcissism.
It is all about him.

He has a public demeanor
endearing ways, what 
caught me once, so many
years ago.

Tonight he talked to me
of his need for compassion
how difficult this disease is.
I dug down deep, nothing.

I can’t conjure compassion
there’s too much damage.
I perform my duty to him.
I am only the hired help.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

The World is Heavy

The World is Heavy

I advise listening
I never watch the news
except to listen to NPR

The World is Heavy
how do we lighten up
we listen to NPR

We listen for sanity
in an insane world
we listen for hope

The World is Heavy
we listen for sanity
we listen for hope

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Logic Vs Emotion

I am emotional about my logic
defending logic I get emotional
I would love to be dominant in one
recessive in the other, a mix that
would rise in the proper hemisphere
for the situation

I am a swarm in logical emotion
I am a swarm in emotional logic
I remain in the middle hemispheres

I am logic about my emotional
emotional about my logic



It got to me tonight
I raged, yelled, demanded
met with obsolescence

why I resort to anger
it never works in my favor
but it happens

It is late
the clock ticks minutes
I am tired

My anger has subsided
lactic acid courses
through my muscles

I was truly mad
going after a mad man
it got to me tonight

Friday, July 19, 2013



I repair to my room
driven by night and
longing to think who
am I, what am I, why
through what tear 
in the mesh of my life
did I change key, no?

Sunday, July 14, 2013



I pull it 
my shoulders

I snuggle down
my shoulders

I love it
my torso

I am warm




Monday, July 8, 2013

To Bed

To Bed

I don’t want to go to bed
always forced there before 
I was ready when I was a child

Now he tells me “go to bed”
I don’t want to go to bed
I love the night with no one

but me riding with owls
through black velvet sky
as I wished as a child

I love bed
I love to sleep deep
but not too soon

I don’t want to go to bed
I want to ride the night
hobgoblins witches owls

Sunday, July 7, 2013



Slivers of ice run through my veins
every time you show me hostility
it freezes my brain and heart while
all the time I tell myself no reaction
ice fingers squeeze my ribcage
I have no control over my feelings
unless I want to be an ice cube 

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Night Sky

Night Sky

Just past dusk
the sky is a special blue
a color indescribable
egg robin blue perhaps
all else is silhouettes
black trees against intense blue

On the horizon the sky
is peach and stars dot
weakly for it is still light
I breathe in the beauty
peace of dusk tonight
as stars begin to pop

Lost in joy to be alive
existence on a planet
revolving on its axis
I ride the circle
observe light changes
and season slants