"Solitude"

06/04/09
(for Susan)

parking spaces are just painted lines in wide open spaces
walls, windows, floors, ceilings; children of mother earth
reshaped against their will, their original selves to become
containers of wills still free

in solitude your child self of mother earth remains free
untouched but for the minds & hearts you alone allow
to reshape into a greater form of self
void of concrete & paint to cover up and contain
but with help & insight to grow

and to shine again

-huey

"Cyclic Redundancy"

06/03/09

crooked pamphlets in the self-serving wire rack
rules lists: no cell phones, smoking, no howard stern!

time machines from the future travel to our present
to unload museums of '70's vinyl for sitting, not playing
and sitting among these structural throws
are lives that are living, strangers acting as straight,
proud pamphlets informing newer strangers, and now they
are friends

old friends leave as new strangers arrive
alive and well passing within the ward
& the established patterns of cyclic redundancy,
common in every soul... to help.

-huey

"Match Heads"

05/30/09

ignition, burn.
extending match heads race down arms of reach
to discover beneath if the feeling goes deeper
than the surface

insight goes blind when cells stop the chase
frozen paths exhausted, no touch left to feel
the bond of cut & overwhelming mind
an abundance of cells, no more qualified to think
than the action of the hand's motion at it's birth

and the eye's dinner divulges subject matter
presumed for soul alone to consume
& the rest goes blind & hungry for the night
alive.

-huey

"Blindsight 20/20"

05/30/09

my eyes are the friction in my box of matches brain.
the mouths feeding my soul with the sadness in truth.
the reassurance that my therapist's opinion
is no more than a confirmation of my paranoia upon myself.

conclusive devices used in an abusive exploitation
of rewriting the faster unraveling story
where the alternative to acceptance,
true horror of pain is revealed.

-huey

"Secrets in Time"

05/21/09

whispered winds... whispered winds...
anticipated outcome in wisdom
to follow in elongated breaths
& mr. osborne delivers

the breathing baby of your womb, thy soul
inarguable stabbings to your comfort level
in knowing what was right,
what happenstance is.

-huey

"the suicide note"

I was dead on a bed of strangers
Surroundead in voice; chemical blood.
Other artists on the walls; hanging surprise
The size, the content of my apparent suicide note
Left behind after annihilated years
Of dousing paper
Tears killing flames, destroying fires;
Too many inputs for an autistic mind to disregard
And too many to take into account to tell them off
Too much.

The accounting alone.

-huey

"Beautiful Blue"

1/30/09

Love is not remembering the color of her eyes but the magic within; the longing to see again.

-huey