Month: July 2015


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For weeks my body was shipped
Constantly losing much and never getting better and it
Kept getting darker and darker
As I stayed in, peeling the curtain back, 
Sweat-shaking dreams lingering,
Herded by nightmarish echoes
Of mutiny
As the sun shone, like jade, 359pm
There was light out, thoughts yawning,
859pm would have made more sense
Where do the shadow pains come from
Where does the sickness come from
And will it end?
I was managing it and I lost
All control of it and I stayed up to see
If I could get better, and I am not
getting better…food, waste, blood, raw sides, 
Bilging with madness, the ship moved, my head fell forward, 
While Almond’s children casted songs
Into the sunken mud,
Along the waterline they sank
Into dream-fields of soldering metal
Ties stitched with bodies and treasured gold
And I was watching the light leaven
The horizon, 
Watching it go and come back again
Days and days, never sleeping
Days and days, trying to get well enough,
To be seen by doctors
Who can not tell me anything
How many times will they look into my head and not find 
I can feel it, my own body, waterlogged
Slapping the sides, in pain, grasping tiers of
swollen tides, stowaway, in an out, 
Of an uncontrolled madness
Digging for treasure, in a jade-wrecked, infused
Foundering within a mermaid’s

clburdett, 2015

Folded Up

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Today was over simplified
It was lived short and forgotten
It was lived, for tomorrow
Today was not burdened with 
Wanting to go out and have fun 
Today was just me, folding up 
I stretched 
I ate 
I relaxed
Turned my mental tv off
I cleared my mind,
My bills got lost
Today was a good day 
I didn’t think of anything 
I did not repent, 
I did not hate
I did not panic
Only rested and 
carried on
Today was a still wind,
Tied to a string, tucked into an oyster, sunny side up, donned with eternity
A mild pulse

Over simplified? 
I think not….

Clburdett, 2015