Best Hairline Poems
A long hairline crack down the side
Can't be seen from entrance at door
It leaks just a small drip not tide
But tends to puddle on the floor
Will try to patch by using caulk
Let it dry then see if it works
With this repair should have good block
Maybe not even watermarks
All that work you have guessed, it leaks
Still..maybe have to replace it
Can't just throw this away..antiques
Know what I can do get a kit
In the yard it will get to sit
During its final days it will
Float jasmine scent to our credit
The end for commode that's unreal
When I am so weary
of this world
and
cynicism
speaks through my
eyes,
when desert summer
sun cannot
penetrate
this uninvited temperament
and fear brushes
my cheek on
my way out
the door,
I find
yours
to be
the
only
words
that crack
this
weathered bark
you & i are animals
spawned from the
mud & flailing at
one another with
blades made of
flint & with fists
hard bloody
knuckles all
calloused from
fight after fight
after fight---for
food, for water, for
shelter, for women,
for men, for money,
for kin, for future,
for present, for
places not yet dreamed
of we swing with our
eyes closed and keep
crashing down upon
faces that we will never
see unbloodied---at
the bottom of this
monstrosity of a
mountain, a wall, a
divide that we cannot
climb over, that we
cannot yet kick down
or blow up, we see the
rock sliding down our
way & just like the
sniveling slaves that we
are to our own devices
we catch the spinning
neon ball and hoist its
immense weight back
towards the top of this
ever increasing slope
that is coated with the
slickest oil ever
discovered---we do this
in spit of all that we are
really & truly capable of
because for some reason
we still find it
necessary to destroy
each other in the name
of illusionary creations
such as “gods” &
“nations,” neither of
which anyone can
pinpoint on a map or
cross over in the night
without a president &
a preacher marching
hand in hand with their
thumbs both poised on
our naïve pulse &
THE BUTTON.
the stress is but a hairline
fracture
developing
rapidly
into true death
for us all.
TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY WITH A HAIRLINE FRACTURE CRUSHED NASAL ARCH BASILAR SKULL FRACTURED CRUSHED EYE SOCKET BEING A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY PATIENT RECOVERY IS BASICALLY LIFELONG WHILE COPING WITH SEVERE TRAUMATIC HEADACHES MONITORED BY PAIN MEDICATIONS PAIN MANAGEMENT 12 INJECTIONS NERVE BLOCK EVERY 25 DAYS OPTIC NERVE DAMAGE LIKE TINY WIRES BLOOD VESSELS THAT CARRIED SIGNALS FROM MY BRAIN TO MY EYE COPING I AM SO BLESSED TO HAVE MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND CARING FOR ME TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY LEADING TO MY TWO STROKES ON BLOOD THINNERS TO CONTROL BLOOD CLOTS FROM SMALL ANYURESM 3MM BASILAR TIP LEARNING TO WALK TALK HOLD A FORK TIE MY SHOE TYPING WITH ONE FINGER KEEPING MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY JOURNAL MY ILLNESS VERTIGO PARTIAL BLINDNESS EVEN EARLY ONSET OF DEMENTIA FUNCTIONING HEALING COPING WITH PTSD ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC DISORDER DEPRESSION SURVIVING DOMESTIC VIOLENCE I FEEL TRULY BLESSED HEART RACING WITH ATRIAL FIBRILLATION I STILL HAVE HOPE SUFFERING WITH THE REALITY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY DOESN'T GET BETTER IT ACTUALLY GETS WORSE OVER TIME MY HAIRLINE FRACTURE IS SUNKEN IN THE FRACTURE ACTUALLY GREW SKULL FRACTURE IS THE WORSE THE FORCE FROM THE CAR BOMB EXPLODING MY FACE WAS SO POWERFUL THAT IT CRACKED MY SKULL FROM EAR TO EAR UNDESIRABLE PAIN IT ACTUALLY FEELS LIKE ALL THE BONES IN MY FACE IS STILL BITING MY BRAIN TINY BONE FRAGMENTS FLOATING AROUND MY BRAIN ORBITS CAUSE MORE DAMAGE AND YET THERE IS NO WAY TO REMOVE THEM UNLESS I WAS DECEASED THATS WHEN THEY COULD REMOVE ALL MY SKIN FROM MY SKULL SO MY PAIN IS BEING MANAGED TO MAKE ME AS COMFORTABLE AS POSSIBLE MY HEAD FEELS HEAVY NOW HARD TO HOLD IT UP MY FACE ACHES MY EARS ARE RINGING BALANCE IS OFF BUT I AM NOT ALONE I AWAIT MY BRAIN TO SHUT DOWN ONSET OF DEMENTIA I WRITE I WRITE I WRITE UNCONTROLLABLY I KNOW THAT ALL PART OF TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY WITH A HAIRLINE FRACTURE TRYING TO WRAP MY MIND AROUND UNDERNEATH MY HEAD OF HAIR IS A GIANT CRACK IN MY SKULL FROM EAR TO EAR I LAUGH AT MYSELF A BOMB CRUSHED MY FACE CRACKED MY SKULL AND BRUISED MY BRAIN MY NEUROLOGY SAINT SAYS I SHOULD HAVE DIED HARD TO BELIEVE I SURVIVED SUCH A HORRID TRAUMATIC EVENT
here on earth
i pray for all
in space
i have amnesia
the rainbow has golden strings
the sun has a surprisingly cool center
the moon has a warm, comforting glow
i am happy lying to myself
here at home
i play for all
rat race
i have amnesia
my voice painstakingly sings
my throat has a crockery laced splinter
the boos, yay, they steal the show
i get so excited when denying myself