Tag Archives: isolation

Be Strong Even When You’re Not

Be strong
even when you’re not.

Even when places
and people
become impossible.

Even when every room is unfriendly,
every day a shame,
every step a burden

and when giving up
seems like a breath of
fresh air.

Do not stop.
Do not cease.
Do not hesitate.

Don’t be like them.
Don’t be like them.

Move forward instead
and when it hurts,
when it aches,
when you bleed


Eventually you learn
that there is no other way.


Her Flower is the Rain

She absently plays
with the stitches across
her lips.

Her eyes
have more sky
than sky.

Laughter like wind chimes
she holds out her hands
to collect the rain

hides all her light
where nobody is allowed

and I’ve walked past her a million times

a million times.

The Dust of Long Dead Sheep

I almost feel like begging
for the big grand knife or
the slender shivering blade
in these abundant alleyways
filled with uncertain strangers
with cartoon eyes and
teeth yellowed from manic sweets
(clowns, jugglers, thieves
in sharp expensive suits)
but all that they do
is kill me with conversation
until sleep gravity takes me down
the pen is too often so heavy
when everything else seems so much
like air filled with
the dust of long dead sheep
and the constant drum
of outdated machinery.

Waiting For The Sun

I don’t know
where the light is
in all of this running around.

has left me
and I’m still young
bent from callous, careless hands
a beaten graffitied trashcan
turned over and
motionless at the mouth of an alley.

There is always a child
screaming into my ear
from somewhere deep inside.

It’s not what it used to be

and the pain-killers
are killing me.

I wish that I could
close the door
shut the windows
keep you out
all of you
not let you in
-this feeling this feeling
like the angry voice
of the night city.

I’ve carved my words
through heart
and from wounds
my endless rage
and my way
through endless everything.

Eyes darkened,
I can finally see through the night.

I wait for the sun.

Beautiful Quiet Melody

There was this girl at school
Quiet Melody
was her name.

She used to hide in her hair.

Long and black it was
like a raven’s back
and she used it
as a curtain
so that nobody could see her.

When people addressed her
Melody would wave sheepishly
as though from another planet
and not say anything at all.

She had this favourite spot
on the floor
that she would stare at.

I often wondered
what she thought about
when she did.

You see,
she had this face
that could pierce your heart
it was just so beautiful.

Thinking back,
it was a real damn shame
that nobody
ever told her that.

Why I Avoid Large Congregations of People

Trying to find a place to park
once you’re finally here
just to get in and be confronted with
large congregations of people
lining up all over the place
to drink to sit to eat
to go to the bathroom
at sporting events, concerts
amusement parks
gathering, grazing, gawking
at each other
Yeah, I like to watch them too
people are stories
walking by you
but to immerse myself in
such a zoo of humanity
and even pay to do so
to me is insane.

So you go ahead
I’ll be in the field
lying beneath a tree
with a book in my lap
and only the song birds
for company

loving every minute of it.


I will not bend forward
to give you a light
to pass you the bread
to lend you a hand

This is sustained by a state of agitation
and attrition of spirit
and I am sorry that I cannot abide
by what is expected

There are angels out there
selfless devotees of compassion
that would aid you without question
my brother is one of them

I am not and
I cannot even tell you
at which point that part of me died
and I can see the upset
the disappointment
in your face

but I just don’t care
and the saddest part of it is
that I don’t even know why