Suicidal Tendencies
Blackness
steals my breath
Clawing
Sliding farther into the abyss
Soul decaying
As my hope begins to fade
No longer standing
As the tears stain my face
Pills and poisons
Consume this empty shell
And every morning I awaken
Is another failure
I have achieved
So tonight
I will quiet my thoughts
With medications
Prescribed to me
Knowing full well
The tendencies follow
Hoping tomorrow
Will no longer come
So farewell
And sweet dreams
I look forward
To eternal sleep
Perchance.
I stepped outside to watch the Sun crown the Earth in colour,
at last.
For these daunting yet trivial feats will one day haunt me.
Be it by my own hands or chance.
I cannot shake these lucid dreams-
I can no longer resist them.
It's as though with every slumber I awaken evermore encased in glass.
But how I long-
To step outside instead of only
peer into the world nestled behind it.
What appeals to me,
is to slip away slowly like a caterpillar stirring in it's sleep only to awaken as a butterfly-
while the world watches.
Back to the World
Vet pays homage
to laughing gargoyles
atop Harold Washington library
singing spring time in downtown Chicago
dreaming disturbed nightmare fire fights
eating daily rainbow cocktails
prescribed by psychologist
continues his dance
in living room park
next to loop train station
lodging complaints
through fatigues
telling dog walkers
soiling his green carpet,
clean that shit up
who do you think you are
leaving rice paddies’ children
begging for candy bars
hiding hand grenades
exploding in his head.