Dig your way out
From the rubble
Of the house you built
That couldn’t withstand an earthquake
Piece by heavy piece
You piled them carelessly
Without a consultant
Without mortar
And now the real work starts

Weathermen are rockstars
In Oklahoma
When you’ve seen enough storms
You learn how to react
When evil swirls your way
Like a dark, loud tornado
The only safe cover
Is underground
No use reasoning with a tornado
No use stabbing it with a knife
If it threatens you
Go somewhere you know you can hide
Create some space
To wait it out

I don’t want to write a poem
About how it feels to be mistreated
Unloved
Taken advantage of
I don’t want to write
About hurt, disappointment
And unmet expectations
I want to be free
Liberated
Unburdened
Whose job is it to discipline?

Technology in the wrong hands
Can go very badly
What if you are the technology?

Burning the oil I need for later
Racing to finish
Against myself
Not really knowing
What energy moves me
Why I come back again and again
Trying to keep myself from destruction
When chemicals fight the fire I flame

Closer then farther
Connect and dissolve
Inside but calling out
Done or beginning

A day of delays
A pale foggy sunset
Glows peach behind an old twisted tree
On a desolate hill
In my troubled mind
Waiting for the music to wake me up

Understanding influences
Sugar, planets, hormones
Still they move me
Thought too close to action

We all want change
But no one wants to change
It hurts to smile
When you’re dressed in sadness
But it’s not about you
It never was
Your grief is a smokescreen
That hides you from love