I sometimes stutter
And stammer while
Writing the words
Ice up causing
Thoughts to cake
Like a pileup
The fresh thought
Rolls down this
Page knocking them
Down like balls
On a lane
Category: Creativity
Games (for Christopher)
In checkers you’re
One of two
Things you move
The same whichever
One you are
In chess you’re
One of one
Thing you move
The same depending
What you are
When did we
Switch games making
Labeling me one
Thing and restricting
My movement rather
Than being free
To be me
Coward
I spent the
Better part of
Yesterday talking to
A ghost faceless
Bodiless lacking
Proportion it haunted
Me like bad
Dreams though he
Was alive a blob
Of consciousness he
Teased taunted and
Tainted my day
And when asked
For an image
He simply disappeared
As ghosts do
Why are guys
Afraid of exposure
At least I
Know a ghost
And a dream
But a coward
I think not
Morning
The morning is
As peaceful as
A cemetery everyone
Is staying home
Including those under
Earth even the
Ghouls have lost
Their voices instead
Flying about silently
Happy
It’s impossible to
Be happy being
Anyone else besides
Yourself want to
Be happy be
The truth in
You
