My heart is a woman

Leaning from her window

On a hot summer’s sun

Pondering a geranium

Across the alley

And the absence of god

She thought would leave room

For new, exciting things

But they all just fall

Through a hole in her heart

Which makes her laugh

At the absurdity of this world

And the fool of a man

Asleep in her bedroom

Tired with the fullness

Of one who receives

But doesn’t know how to give

And so she laughs

And so she withdraws

To a corner hidden from the sky

To avoid the temptation to try

To stretch her tired arms and fly

To a place where one can cry

Because what’s the point

When you’ve got work

And the day to day to day to day

To pass the time until you are away

One last time

Just one sliver of truth

Is all it would take

And I would reach through the sky

To pull the crushing moon down

In great grey killing rocks

Wiping the earth clean of pain

Just a sliver…

If not for the tether

That roots me to this earth

I would drift away

Fly into the sky

And off to cold space

I can feel this sick lightness

Hidden within my gut

Selling to pull me up

Up and away

There are people who have sacred places

These places meant for certain faces

For soft and gentle wild embraces

Where there can be no other traces

These secret, hidden, and misty places

Fantasy realms made of dream

Destined to fade as time erases

And life outpaces

Even the fastest of the graces

Who seek to sustain the impossible

Against all that is plausible.

This popped up on my news feed and I got sucked down this rabbit hole.

Former American Idol contestant talking about killing his partner to the woman he was cheating with.

He is on trial for the murder of his wife.

Holy hell what is wrong with people.

“Don’t save me first,

Save them first”

These are the words

Cried out in the dark

Beneath the crushing

That speak of love

Through sacrifice

Words of fire

They burn away

All manner of pain

For the sake of other

May they glow forever

Interesting research here – https://economicsofpower.substack.com/p/economics-of-everyday-life-7

there are feelings
they used to be your friend
but they are deeper than before
now you have to drill for them
now you have to inject steam
that they might be forced
forced to the surface
forced into the light
and you stand there
staring at them pooling
all red at your feet
while you’re
you’re wondering
wondering who is bleeding
while you turn pale
and fight to remain upright