Coping 1 & 2 I prefer chasing dust that’s floating in mid air, …dreams. Rather than gathering dust with a dust rag off coffee tables and fireplace mantels …reality. © SB Joy, 2023
Confession 1101 I like to let the small things, like timeliness erupt into a volcano that takes out a small country with its’ ensuing tidal waves. © SB Joy, 2023 It’s good to be able to laugh at one’s self Anonymous
Ghosty Me In the ghost that was me there were more than a me. There were parts that are missing and parts that were found. Down silent hallways in silent rooms surrounded by stormy voices. Locked in closets, inside locked trunks tied down to floor ties and splintered wood, in splintered minds and splintered souls, …
Slosh, the long version There are days when I feel I am a mere slosh of unbalanced chemicals stumbling across a high wire. Today is such a day. This week, full of weaken bottomless days where I experience the rise of rage and the fall of shame Unable to accept the what I am, struggling …
Speechless Words need to be said yet since birth I have had a dog’s collar wound tight around my neck, choking each syllable into a cough, sigh or gasp unable to say the word – love. Thus my churning intestines are tightly bound round, twisting my innards out, where there were no words, only sighs, …
Hornet’s Nest Splayed open I had a heart, sweet meat my parents made a feast of. A chamber for her A chamber for him. They dined on it again & again. When devoured, in its place they placed a woody pulp honest nest. That’s always a buzz, never at rest. Alert. Anxious. Always. © SB …
Poem Number 6, The Intelligent Machine I’ve met a set of yellow cavity ridden Bloodied gummed teeth That eats every thought ever thought Attached to a machine That crunches the bones of cattle like words Its’ a monster Analyzing and spitting answers in my face Its’ tongues licks me up and down Sizing me up …
Wohry, Woory, Worry Worry would like to be my best friend It has been my counselor for decades It has warned me, prepared me, scared me It doesn’t take no for an answer It doesn’t have to when it is a ruling god It can declare and counter declare and counter itself again Worry holds …
She Awoke in Twenty-one Parts She awoke naked. She awoke breathless. She awoke with Winston licking her face then barking. She awoke wet. She awoke sweating. She awoke simmering in her own hot bath. She awoke alone. She awoke hung over. She awoke with a stranger’s tongue, dry and fuzzy. She awoke fighting. She awoke …
© SB Joy, 2022 she could never be trusted after several too many drinks and Diazepam SB Joy
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