alternative, free verse, improvisation, independent, literature, poetry, Uncategorized

Easy To Win

Losing touch with a reality.

Losing touch with all the “people”

Sitting through life immobile stones.

 

SHHH!

Distant, quiet voices

One a woman’s, distant & illegible.

Close, clear, coarse voices

Speaking the same name with derision

Over & over & over again.

 

Oh god. A name. It’s my name.

My ghostly good friends

I think I’ve finally cracked

Like we all knew I would,

One way or another.

 

Define sanity. Define the opposite.

In the end you can’t.

Sanity is measured by the views of the majority.

 

Fuck it, definitions don’t matter.

Sane, insane, what do I care anyway?

 

I’ll put on a mask for you

The one I used to wear so well

Every single day.

I’ll be a placeholder person for you baby.

 

He remembers every psychiatrist’s appointment

With a pristine, yet agonizing clarity.

 

I’ll eat a waffle over the sink

Pour cheap corn syrup until it’s saturated,

Just a soft pill to kill the clever pain

For a few more hours.

Then I’ll go rummaging

Through my friends & family’s stuff,

Searching for a hit of anything,

Or a sharp razor, clean preferably, but I’m not picky.

Sorry, what was I saying?

Jack Blare

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addiction, alternative, independent, literature, poetry, Uncategorized

Night Terrors

Wide awake eyes like hospital doors fixed on flashing red traffic light stops.

The last road is closed, under infinite destructive construction.

Sneaking around town seeking a taste of chemical happiness

To fill the void with lovely lies.

The dam is cracked, the bridge is sinking,

The floods are coming back this year

To soak the City with regrets for its abuses lies,

And the massive quiet scars it drew like a fencing champion with a rapier.

Some days are like knife wounds & strychnine.

A couple of days are laughter, sun & smiles.

Most days are the same.

Maybe I can’t read them.

They bleed together like the trauma unit in a war hospital.

I admit, I was the one that stuck the knife in

To replace grey eternity with shifting shades of red.

Jack Blare

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