"It's down to the shakes I feel"

The tremor never stops
my nerves are shot
a constant vibration like a tuning fork
hums through my hands
and the note it plays
can be seen in the almost imperceptible way they move
as if they have a constant source of energy to twitch
a switch that was never turned off
and now they’re paused on pulsate
and as I clasp the towel around myself tight
left hand always under right
at this time most every night
I wonder
what makes them shake in fright?

Under The Sun

I gotta say
most days it’s totally okay
that I don’t have an original bone in my body
take a look at the x-ray
all translucent white and cartilage grey
not an original bone in my body
all my thoughts come to me via osmosis
a sort of existential osteoporosis
leaving not an original bone in my body
a skeleton made up of other people’s musings
contemplations and confusings
not an original bone in my body
I prefer to read someone else’s poetry
I enjoy listening to another’s melody
I reap the rewards of their originality
BUT
when I Google search a great idea
that I think no one could have come near
only to find one hundred results from just the last year
well
frankly
that’s a little fucking annoying

Treble Clef

Set list scrawled on your wrist in ink and sweat
buzzers for parmigianas beep and they go to get
their beer and their chicken and their chips and their salad
you take the stage and slide between the chords of a brand new ballad
your hand shortens the strings and you sing of hearts and healing
and they are universal themes with which you are dealing
and in this pub in the city of a town that is not anywhere much
there is not a heart in the room that you could fail to touch
if they would just

listen