Sticking corks within the arteries.

They cut open the body
sticking corks within the arteries
they tore out a lung
replacing it with a balloon
and inserted a rather long straw
from the nostrils all the way down.

The artist tug upon the straw
the glue had dried
and it was time for the test
a deep breath into the straw
the balloons filled
it worked
a wonderful share it’ll be.

Could the body upon the table survive?
For how long?
Long enough to meet the life
they risked theirs for?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Slivers within my heart.

I feel as if placed within my heart
there have been several slivers
and each sliver is attached to another
and the slivers are made of flesh
and that flesh has a small skin-like string
that unraveled and entangled itself
within the sliver
and every time
the owner of the slivers pull
I feel a pain in my heart
and every time more of me is asked
I feel the stress
and I feel my heart slowly ripping
until the slivers pull those pieces out
and even then I’ll still feel it all.
All the pain they have
and I must keep them safe
as I protect myself
and feed myself right
so I’m here as they grow
and slowly when it’s time
I can let go
and my death will be freeing
because I’ll have to worry no longer.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina


Are we suppose to recycle the old ones?

I have memories
that I see play
as I’m staring at something else
and I’m left to wonder
if my memories would stay the same
if I had another perspective
shifting my view into the other
would I have felt sad instead of happy
or happy instead of sad
and as I stare at the picture internally
bodies scatter about
creating their new memories
and I wonder
how many memories until a brain breaks
are we suppose to recycle the old ones
or does our brain do that automatically?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

People don’t have barcodes.

People don’t have barcodes
to be scanned in quantities
the button held down
pressing numbers
accumulating
and skipping cartons on the shelf
neglecting deeper connections
with each product.

Being known is the ideal right?
and knowing more is critical
in our own expiration
although I have always sheltered
a deeper need
for a more personal interest
one in which
I don’t make with each package on the shelf
when I do it’s important to me.

My warning label states
I exist
I’m alive
and I’m small in life
known by few
and the fewer I know
the fewer I connect with
and I feel everything
and I may revolt
and tell you
when I don’t agree.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

As I try to balance.

I hear a little voice
it yells
it needs more
I hear another little voice
that one needs something else
I turn around
do several spins
grabbing this
then grabbing that
and I sit
searching legal jargon
that mostly contradicts
on how to self publish
then my mind drifts
and I read
this is best
and that is hazardous
and I then I think why is it offered
and the worries
at a surplus
as I try to balance
all of this life
and I think
I keep trying
and I hear a little voice again
and again I grab this and I grab that
and I sit down
then I stand up
to work my lungs
and my heart
because my heart is a struggle in itself
fatty tissue
fast beats
and lungs that can’t breathe enough
to keep up
and again I keep going
and this surplus of worries
I can’t give away
I share
and within that share
they’re as stressed as I am
and we try
and I think
this society has created a surplus
of overwhelmed individuals
and yet we don’t want change
why?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Trapped within internalization.

She took three spins
and her brain blurred
internally she turned
as outside of her
maintained its broken stature
on the third spin
her brain regained focus
and took her over
telling her a story
and she tried to regain herself
her focus on the external world
laughing with each picture
she had internalized
no her brain wasn’t feeding lies
her brain was re-sharing its own perspective.

What was I doing at the time?
Where was I?
Holding the camera
always holding the camera
the lenses rarely dry
and it changes a perspective
when most days the lens are coated of saline
the salt chips away at the lenses
and slowly deteriorates
and distorts reality
and in time I’ve forgotten
there was anyone else on the other side
always trapped within internalization
feeling hatred for perception
rather than perspective.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

The ones that destroy peace.

Smallest thoughts can provoke me
filling me of frustrations
that come out
in dirty words
and hateful insults
to cut up my opponents
am I the victor?

No
they look beaten
and humanity swarms to them
ready to pounce on me
and I think
what about them
what about how they speak
what about the filters they keep?

Nobody is worried
because we live upon the surface
any deeper and our minds would drown.

Rather I again
and others that speak similarly
are labeled the culprits
the ones that destroy peace.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

We both hit death.

I take several rights
go right
go right
alright I’ll go right.

From the other direction
they take several lefts
go left
go left
ok they say “I’ll do it don’t fret.”

Eventually our roads stop
I went
right
right
right.
They went
left
left
left.
Both our roads they stopped
and I think was I doing it right?

My nice
to them it was rude
their nice
to me it was rude
and I think what is right?

We both hit death
and spent countless hours
worried are we rude?
are we nice?
I’m a good person
if that’s true would you have to remind me?
would I have to remind you?

Does it matter now
death is the end
and what’s left behind
are opinions
without hard evidence
to confirm
which one of us was the nice one
was it you?
was it me?
does it matter now?

You took lefts
I took rights
and we both hit death.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Their choices are to grow or to die together.

Their choices are to grow
or to die
together.

They choose to grow
as they get angry
amongst each other.

They choose to hate parts
to tolerate parts
and to love parts.

They choose to bicker
to debate
and at times they agree.

And when they stop
the muck
drags them down.

And they die
together
because they can no longer live united.



Tonight I wrote the poem in reaction to the image.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina