That Look You Gave Me

In a dark corner
sits a solemn stare.
A blazing look that
speaks the world.
Without a peep or
a single sigh it
Sits very simply and
Stares.
Fiery eyes flood
with iceand become
barbed spears that
Ignore nature and refuse
to melt.
Wicked weapons of
Quiet that rip and tear
and blanket the ground
with a cold sticky carpet of
blood.

Rearranging Furniture

Every Now and Then I
believe it Is useful to rearrange the furniture
In my mind.

To take a breath and
blow all of that cluttering dust
and old post-it notes filled with thoughts
into a giant dumpster and wave goodbye
smiling as I turn the corner.

I think it’s useful to pull that old dresser
out from the wall and stick it somewhere obnoxious.
Move the bed where all my dreams go to die
and throw the mattress up against the wall,
then move the frame across the room.

I find it useful to mix my mind up a bit.
Just to make sense of the things that have happened to me.

So when I say I’ve decided to go mad,
It has nothing to do with actually being insane.
That quality of mine is everlastingly permanent.

When I’ve decided to go mad
it is simply time to make a little more room.
A small act just to allow space
to fill with more unwanted crap
that no one understands or needs.