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
The rock sighs heavy thoughts
Disappearing into the mud
Lower than known
Minerals in stone
Down, Down,
Past where the bones dissolve
And as the distance adds
Always failing
To realize
The gravity of the situation
-Thomas Typewriter
Life are you pleased with yourself
At the cleverness of the maze you’ve designed.
Do you feel joy when I get confused
Do you feel guilt when I get tired
Have you grown bored
Tears in the night
Fight or flight
Hold her close
Hold her tight
Soon a new day
Soon a new sight
Rain clouds have come to stay
and my penis refuses to play.
I ask him to rise, to stir, to stay awake, to just plain obey.
He merely responds, “Not today.”
“There is something about the sky’s grey
that compels me to fade away.
No matter what you do. No matter what you say.”
Thomas Typewriter 