I STRESS
In a world powered by irregular gears
failure is a good place to live
A GUESS
Constant and stable
A brochure of multiple volumes
IS LESS
Plenty of room
To stretch our voices beyond
moments that fail to line up
THAN YES
Failure is a good place to live
In a world powered by irregular gears
-Thomas Typewriter
Spell caster, melody maker
What you bring when you sing
Invocation, realization
Doorways that ring of many things
Toe tapping rhythmic gyration
Upswing, Wellspring, Worshiping
The movement’s a shovel
Digging below the gravel bone
A wing from this sting
To a realm of
Seeing the you
Unspooling like string
Across from you
-Thomas Typewriter
Breathe in deep, while you can
Accelerant, Ignition, Conflagration
Melting flesh extinguishes bonfires
Long after cities carbonize.
Accelerant, Ignition, Conflagration
How could ash piles ever bring rain clouds
-Thomas Typewriter
Silence is unfaithful
Fleeing when needed most
Every ring of the phone
Leaves me feeling alone
Is today the day
With words too fragile
Did it hurt
A body going inert
Where do screams migrate
When flesh goes cold
-Thomas Typewriter
A humble seed
Lost in crack and crevice
Rooms of shadow
Ponders and asks
Slivers of sunlight
If enough
To strive
To thrive
To survive
Until bloom
-Thomas Typewriter
The weight of the years will never leave us
No matter how we pray
No matter how we hope
A lightness is not ours to be
Together we sink
Two grains of sand
In a clam
Please hold my hand
I love you
-by Thomas Typewriter
Asking a plastic flower
To describe the smell of lavender
Is like
Moving back home
After traveling roads of my own choosing
Encountering dead ends
And closed for repairs
Realizing I have no sense of direction
Asking a plastic flower
To describe the smell of cinnamon
Is like
Finding your childhood bedroom
Untouched by time or therapy
Under-filled by a bed too short for sleep
Next to a hope chest
Filled with innocent requests
-by Thomas Typewriter
I doubt …
With a certainty oversized
I doubt …
these words will linger
past the curtain call.
Still…
I sing with vigor
Crafting a closing squall
Which…
Will be a trigger
To a sense of calm
by Thomas Typewriter
What are you to do
What choices can be made
Throat blinded
Vision raw
No planning for this.
What now that loud shifts louder
Night silhouettes
Blistering regrets
How do you scream when you are already screaming
How does your voice last.
Where is all this coming from
Who do you call
When you drown out your own voice
Irregular noises
Guttural piths
Competitive voices racing to closed doors.
Again and again I ask
How do you scream when you are already screaming
-by Thomas Typewriter
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