Pleasant Vibrations

Sometimes the most painful and powerful moments are inside of us. Inside of each of us there is an underground. There's a place we aren't aloud to show anyone. That's where this poem belongs in that troubling loneliness all of us have felt in our darkest moments, where we are so alienated and disconnected from the world.

Maybe one day, we human beings will know how to talk about this. Until then, here is Pleasant Vibrations.

Pleasant Vibrations


The red fuzz of lights
disguises the ugly bile within her
the rain clouds and the fog
are smoking mirrors for the
horror only she knows and no one can feel
the car thuds along
what to say
what to never say


the pleasant vibrations of the morning
are lost on her
in agony she screams out
not in pain but loneliness