In my sleep I can feel
the few moments more you stay awake each night
thinking about me
and thinking about
the all important, Continue reading “gray matter”
not really a review :)
In my sleep I can feel
the few moments more you stay awake each night
thinking about me
and thinking about
the all important, Continue reading “gray matter”
For those who find my poems
So it’s been said that
to make God laugh,
You should tell him your plan. Continue reading “Deus Ex Machina”
When it’s just me versus everybody else,
You will be a passive audience standing
With his hands in his front pockets,
Rocking back and forth on his heels
I see the blue static that stems from my fingertips to different household objects,
A small lightning that connects me to earth
To the wooden and brown things and things made of leather.
The dim, weak light only appears beautiful when there is so much darkness surrounding it.
Fluorescence draws the eye to anything other than the light.
We can get so used to it.
We can make ourselves so blind.
But I would rather have a warm soft glow
Than the harsh phosphorescence of cylindrical bulbs
Snapping on strings above and about my head,
And I’d certainly rather have that
Than nothing
At all.
-P.J.