Submissions by dwells

They found me face down in my poetry today
Drunk and incoherent after an all-nighter
Burned up the internet with what I had to say
But then I’m a writer, not a freedom fighter

They broke down my front door, when I wouldn’t come out
Zip ties on hands and feet, in the back of a van
Patriot Patrol pudwhackers ratted me out
A hood pulled over my head, all part of their plan

Bouncing along over some remote country road
The van lurched to a sudden stop, I tried to sit
Dressed only in my underwear, bone-chilling cold
No feeling in my hands and...

Standing all alone in the checkout line
Cashier chatting with a bag boy while I wait
Doesn’t anybody see me standing here!
Whatever happened to customer service?
(Tomorrow, maybe I’ll bring a meat cleaver)

Maybe if I was taller?
Maybe if I didn’t wear glasses?
Maybe if I wasn’t so average?
Maybe if I was sexy?
Maybe I will be - tomorrow

Story in the newspaper the next day
“Local man runs amok on produce aisle”
“Walked into the grocery store on stilts”
“Wearing a red wig and a black negligee”
“Blindly swinging a meat cleaver”...

I wade knee-deep
Into gelatinous galaxies
Of plasma, and it still burns

On hands and knees I carefully crawl
Amidst a pantheon of the shattered planets
Dodging asteroids and comets along the way

I run through bright realms and shimmering curtains
Of clinging centuries and gossamer gases
Vanquished to the vulgar vortex

Collapsed stars clutch at my harried heels
I yield completely to their dark embrace
Pulling me into different dimensions

I break free only to begin once again
Always looking but never finding
More than a...

Adam was the oldest man on the mountain;
he paused as he stooped beside the fountain.
The reflection in the crystal pool had a beard grown to his knees.
Adam bent and filled his jug to the brim;
he thought how nice it was to take a swim.
And as he thought he rested in the shade of the stunted trees.

Adam fell asleep and dreamed of his youth,
tortured and tumultuous, but lived in truth.
Later came the lies, and the bringers of the Faith.
Adam remembered his lovely bride;
recalled her death, and again he cried.
Fled to the mountains; a...