painted before stroke

before I saw natural stone

repeat repetition

I brush the soiled tears

from your eyes and you wake-

glistening in mine

Stace could undertaker

create something like this?

my hands are cold

RAW

Black Friday, ashamed kill

Rittenhouse, school killing 

labinjo humanity. Why is

life so cheap?

Before my head hits

The pillow I mouth the man-

tra I- am ness

 Stephanie you live

                         in me, beauty is in-

                                                    eye of beholder

I need a ringpiece

To levitate me of 

the bed, do donut

 

Oh-Micron-

          ology, a watchmakers

      timepiece-countdown

Woe be gone, woe be 

tide, betide of woe 

begone inside.

Get off your high horse

of capitalism speak to

 me of humanity.

'finding yourself in a hole,at the bottom of a hole' in almost solitude, and discovering that only writing can save you.

 Poems, dreams, realities

      I wrote them before my feet

           hit the ground.

A SHADOW OF MY FORMER SELF

I’m going black into myself, I've been

On Gaia, Curiosity stream, Prime but

Nothing catches my mind's eye.

My long-term memory was wiped-

stroked out.

I am trying to remember something

that I cant see, I suffer from aphasia,

Aphantasia.I hope that you can make

me out, a shadow of my former self.

I have written this before but 

in a different vein. I’m like a junky

Chasing life that's beyond me

Shooting up to get down. Some-

times I remember being in a place

that I cant see, no hollo-gram.

There is no projection not even

a Mickey Mouse sketch.