The Jump

Cold, but unusually warm winter day.
Early December. Bleak.
The wind at my face as i fell vertical.
13, 12, 11... how many floors must i fall before i
realize this was a mistake.
It only took a minute, but the images in my mind
lasted forever.
White light. It ended.
The red stains the pavement.
No note, only this poem.
Sorry i couldn't do better or tell you why the
chemicals in my brain are unbalanced.
Science was never my strong suit.
Neither was talking about my emotional issues.
Shhh, don't cry for me.
It's better now that i am away.
No need to worry about how i'm feeling or
where i'm going. I'm sure there's a place for me yet.
I'm mostly sorry for the gap and debt i've left behind.
What you never noticed is that i was dying inside anyways.
I just couldnt pull the trigger.

No One's Home

Numbness stretches over like morning frost dusts the greens of the Northeast.
Day dreams dizzily burst as suds in dingy dishwater left over from the night before.
No one's home, but we're all still here.
Half full boxes saturated with lighter fluid, no flame in sight.
Wobbly coffee tables tipped over in desperation.
No one's home, but we're all still here.
Grease waterfalls from canyon cracks in the ceiling.
No connection, unanswerable, no communication.
No one's home, but we're all still here.
Vines and weeds inhabit the stones of foundation.
Rats drag across the floor boards.
No one's home, but we're all still here.
In the middle of destruction, a beam of light.
In the middle of the war, a tiny lotus blooms.
No one's home, but we're all still here.

Saint Jude

I saw the world failing.

I saw its' people falter as

I sat upon my perch in the

kingdom of solace; silence

breached the chaos of sin

and mechanical angels

with their wings of silver

dropped to the Earth with

weapons of virtue to drive out

the damned. Starvation drove us

to prayer, emotional neglect let

us meditate in your garden.

Pain allowed us to forge our names

and anger helped us to forget.

Saint Jude please come to our aid!

Our generation is our parent's lost cause.

Show us the light and we shall

oblige, spare us and we will be

forever indebted.