All The Buts In Your Head

You’re going with your gut

but, but

your heart bleeds from the cut

in the spaces

But, but, but

just forget what’s already dead

it’s only in your head

but, but

it’ll leave when not fed

but

time, then erases

 

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Putting Our Heads Back Together

Lately, my head feels like five o’clock traffic

though there’s no one here making any noise

we’re almost completely disconnected

each traveling in different directions on

missions unformed or unspoken of

and I keep thinking that the only way

we’ll all meet again is by crashing

head on into one another

In The Clearing

What’s in your head

No wonder it aches

Your pillow can’t hold it

and shoulders do break

Clear your mind (he says)

There’s erasers, bulldozers, explosions

Speculate on the method, since

some could cause a bit of erosion

Once you’ve got it figured out

you can then, go on to bed

where you will have made room for

the lovely, buried dreams, still

waiting inside your head