Friday, January 20, 2017

Tuesday in October



Evidence of frozen hearts still aging at the speed of light
A target in mind
Working the lane until last call
And beyond
Throwdown
French spoken slowly
Never doomed until tomorrow
The middle of the week has the thickest meat
Slap to the face
Fear of living
Desperate for escape
Denial
Absurdity


~Tina Meeks

Monday, January 16, 2017

The Difference




As much as he is a mystery,
he never comes as a surprise
For someone comprised
of opposite many things and does not fully 
understand what "cis" means, 
we actually fall far from one another
See, I'm not so rugged
I'm quite structured and slightly complex
While he firmly stands his untangled roots,
he preaches, which I find difficult to put into context
Cynicism should not be continuous 
It should not be looked up to or forward to
In fact, I recall that being one of the first things 
we've ever discussed 
Establishing that he has a cynical side
as a swollen result of childhood
But I suppose I assumed the swelling went down
when we tossed around our graces
and basked in each others melting company
But I realized, something seemed familiar,
because within him, I saw myself
As if I weren't confused enough,
it was as easy to catch a virus
A spell that you don't even need to hear the words of to fall under
It almost feels like a test of sanity now


~Tina Meeks


Saturday, January 7, 2017

This Time, I'm Not Drunk...



This time, I'm not drunk,
merely inspired
Is this a young age for me to shoot for the stars?
To hope and pray for an old-fashioned 
rain dance to pour on my strut action?
I'm not looking for rain
I'm hoping for an avalanche to hit
I'm begging for something epic to be born
This may be the only chance
Whether you know me now or from a previous form
This is do or die
Despite our current form and the time



~Tina Meeks