Trigger

Trigger warnings

They're a thing now

Because we are no longer

Discreet with our words

We are no longer keeping 

Secrets

For Tyrants

We are testifying

We are accusing

We are confessing

Trigger warning

Because the footage

Is disturbing

The death

Gruesome

The details

Triggering

The details

Are triggering

The details 

Send little shivers

Through the neural pathways

That curve

Like fingers

The details

Bump the trigger

Of an already-cocked

Gun

Triggering, see

It is the essence of 

Everything

What will fire the gun

What will play with our hearts

Send the bullets 

Through our heads

Maybe if a 

Priest & a Rabbi

Walk into a bar

Or tinkling piano music plays

Or another black boy dies

The details

Trigger

Us

To laugh

Or cry

Or give up

Some of us give up

And some of us 

Run for our lives

Run and run

And some of us

Are cocked

And ready

To explode

NOW

We are on fire

NOW 

Chaos

NOW

The details

NOW

NOW

NOW

On the ground

NOW

Everything you fear

NOW

Everything that hurts you

NOW

You are triggered

NOW

People are dead

Now

We are still sorting out

The details

Gravity Works

I was one wailing cry away from a breakdown today
I was in tears & choking & fretting
And threatening to just leave
Just leave
Fuck work
Fuck you
I'm leaving
And I knew it was unseemly
But the dam was broken
The tears were falling
Gravity
Is like that
I wanted to
"Take a break"
Leave the room
But
I couldn't speak for myself
I was too busy
Hiding my face
My throat kept closing
Except
For when the wail
Threatened
To come
It would have been better
To have that moment
In a discreet corner
Rather than the shop window
Oh, well
I managed to get on with it
Anyway
So many steps
I can't take alone
So I go nowhere
I was nowhere
Before the swell
Comparing Mork
With Spock
Thinking
My daughter needs
To see Dead Poet's Society
I was nowhere
When my throat closed up
And the tears rolled
And nobody else said
"Let's go, just for a minute."
I was nowhere
Wearing that cracked face
A wail poised for release
A rambling monologue
Filling my head
When somebody
Asked me if
I liked comedy
Because that is the perfect lead-in
To a comic's death
The thespian's mask
Turned upside down
Funny, yes?
Your fragile heart
Which resides inside a weak, mundane shell
Will love this one
A sensitive, tender genius
Is dead
Suicide maybe
How do you like them apples?
I nearly cussed the guy out
For BSing me on a day
Like today
I don't know how
I made it home
I was falling
The whole way