I know my past by
the invisible scars that dot my memory –
evidence of open brain surgery
         (that maps what's been carefully removed,
          then isolated and forgotten.)

Life is a road with many forks
but all lead off the edge of a
precipice.

Don’t ask me why –
it just is, okay?

         “Look at all these choices!”


[Not important, I mean.]



Most of my days are consumed by
the impractical marker of the
current end of my history.

(Most of the time I
call it a pain in the neck,
but sometimes I just call it
the ‘present’.)







         - a biased introduction to one thing or another. -

Hush my child, don't you fear
The monster's arms will comfort, dear
Lie inside the warm embrace
And dry the tears that track your face

Listen closely to the breeze
That whispers words between the trees
In the dark they'll gently comb
And call you swiftly, safely, home

Smile, darling, shut your eyes
And hear the witches' happy cries
Feel the kindness of their light
The fire licks the coming night

When you're shivering to the bone
Remember, sweet, you're not alone
In the cracks that cross the ground
The beast will keep you safe and sound

Shh my love, no need to weep
I'll sing to you until you sleep
Nothing's scary as it seems
Hold onto that within your dreams

Don't you worry, where you stand
I'll always be, to hold your hand
Terror loses sharpened teeth
Around my bed, six feet beneath

See the stars that shine above
And know that they'll protect you, love
All is brightened by their spark
There is no need to fear the dark