Only Better


You have stolen every thread

Of my sanctimonious cocoon


Too much blood and incense

Sacrifices made on good faith

Arrest the heart


My prayers

Are based on abstractions

Invasive appeals

That stagger on admission


I want to be myself

Only better

I’ve acknowledged my faults

I’d like to collect now

On my virtues


In a world where all wealth is quantifiable

Is my soul worth the burden imposed?


I watch your lips wrestling with the tides

Arms thrashing in indelible terror


Survival is adverse to life

It requires a stoicism achieved

Only by the meticulous placement

Of eyelids across the field of vision


I don’t ask for much

Only to be so beautiful

That my presence ordains

Instantaneous merit


I don’t want to fight for every inch

Only to realize I’ve fallen by the wayside


I want to be adored

In a way that crushes bones

And exhumes hearts

Previously thought dead


Behold a necromancer is in our midst

Sentiment cannot be revoked

You loved me once and it’s to that vow

That I attach all my subsequent years


Another poem from the swarming gelatinous monstrosity that is my subconscious mind


Prompt 35 Holiday Stories


I was a little uncertain if I should do a prompt with the holidays in full swing but I decided to go for it! This prompt comes to you curtsey of Morpethroad. This week you many find yourself reminiscing about holidays past. Maybe you’re spending the holidays with family and friends who are chalk full of wonderful embarrassing stories about you. Maybe you find yourself nostalgic while elbow deep in a box of festive decorations.  Maybe you find yourself feeling homesick while trying to replicate traditional family dishes. Maybe you find yourself laughing at old photographs and/or videos. This week I invite you to share a story about holidays past.  I say story but of course poems, artwork, cards, music, photos and all other forms of media are welcome.

Happy Holidays everyone!