Romans

a sax plays
sorry & worthy
with piano sympathetic


I sit
all bread & grape juice
shaken & stirred
hope-birthing with nerves

the sax says give thanks
and I do
for the pain
that suffering is a choice


but most of all
because, lastly
there is hope


and it does not disappoint

slipping

I’m slipping
sliding
towards something I don’t know
 & can’t define
but I just know I can’t go
 into that welcoming dark
I can feel it
i’m slipping


Maybe if I stay right here
Curled, tucked
No one will get hurt
I won’t lash out
They won’t reach
Maybe if I stay right here
It won’t hurt


I’m slipping
falling
faster now
plunging really
moving so fast i can’t control it


Can’t slow down
Can’t stop
Can’t breathe
Can’t find the strength to cry


i’m slipping


i’m slipping… help
all the answers i’m supposed to know don’t work


Don’t reach out


Because I’ll lash out


And I’ll hurt you…


And… i’m sorry


Please help me… I’m slipping..

anticipation

the day has flown

and dragged me behind
i count the hours, the minutes
the seconds if i could
release is so near
I can taste it
and still, i fear
it’ll never arrive
funny thing I found
a little while back
wringing my hands
doesn’t change anything
and makes my finger twinge
and chewing my lip
doesn’t do much

but bruise


twirling my pen
doesn’t calm my mind


and on the day drags…
with my mind flying behind