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@rkfinch.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 2:08 AM

🌱 I've been wanting to write this poem for a while.

#poetry #rkfinch #greyrock

life on gray rock

i spell it with an 'a' because
the edges are supposed to be softer here
and it's true
they can't get through
but i hate it
tiny little prison cell
where the bars are a one-sided veil
and my view is fine
while they can't tell
exactly what i'm seeing
and they'll never know
how i feel about it.
they are hungry
starving for energy
and i am a smorgasbord
for these sorts of entities
so i cut off their power supply at the source
they'll hit a bit harder for a while, of course
and i'll try to keep that veil down
but occasionally
whether out of force or just clarity
i will at some point react
and like the lure of blood
preceding an imminent shark attack
i almost never escape wound-free
but i consider it lucky
when i can get them out
and remain intact enough
to still recognize me.

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 1:11 AM

🌱 Brand new. Real-time advice from my strong self to my broken self.

#poetry #rkfinch

the long game

i know you're feeling the things
but keep it on the down-low
it's not the you-show anymore
everybody's in this free-flow
and most of them don't even know
they went through the door
much less that it permanently closed
behind them
i know the things are crushing
but remember the long game
think of all that is at stake
like the passion behind the flame
the engine powering the train
the water feeding the lake
take comfort that you're conditioned
to being thirsty
i know you think you're getting the message
but i want you to pretend you're not
because i don't trust the voice that's sending it
and i don't want you to get caught
in something you lose because
you gave up before you fought
i want to see you living
i want to see your light
so ignore your proliferant hydric soul
that in encountering a dent
discharges ceaseless effluent
don't waste a thought on that at all
you just keep walking fast
and standing tall.

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 1:23 AM

I'm sort of feeling this today, though I wrote it long ago.

#poetry #rkfinch

the room

oh my darling dear
it's dark in here
and i try to block the words that drift over
from places near to me
i arrived in a state close to happy
but there is a rift
in which i want to die
perhaps the excess weight to my left
will get me running
to claw my way out from your ignorant cleft
would be somewhat stunning
oh, to say goodbye to the life that i live here
for it's not just within; it's all around me
we are an intellectual foundry
no, i cannot stand this dribbling sauce of opinion
oozing down around my eyebrows to my chin
leaving me sticky...
i'm held back behind a wall i commissioned
built by you
and the exits are very tricky
and what started out as bitter
now smells like litter
yes, i believe her highness' ass is smarting
and it's tomorrow i cannot face
the things that keep me lowly
i know this is a part of what you want to show me
i might listen if i were given some space
i know you feel these words i speak
and i know your fear to land upon them
perhaps we could take this on together, slowly...

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 12:55 AM

Another older poem. I think it may be dating itself.

#poetry #rkfinch

lurid trance

i crumpled up what i was beneath
while i looked for my pen
alec baldwin's on the t.v.
and i am an ocean
i am a great sea
a minute beyond me
when you touch me right i sort of purr
but i am not her
all these new meanings
truth so far away from me
these eyes are grey?
our necks are long?
we make you laugh?
okay, then you lost me.
i could maybe change the world
but this elegance i'll never be
this swan-like dance
this lurid trance
i understand why when she left
it knocked you to the floor, but
god, man, i'm not what walked out that door.

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 12:31 AM

This is an old one.

#poetry #rkfinch

somebody left me here

somebody left me here
and i'm trembling
i've been locked out
and i am scared.
the more i come to understand
the less i am able to comprehend.
it is despair and strength
i am tempering
under this armour
i am bare
but no one's ever been there
and it's how i know
there are none who care.
somebody touched me
now i'm tensing...

tonight showed
a shadowy scene
leading up to
some sort of crest
too high for me to see
i caught a brief
glimpse of happiness
but i was too wrapped up in me
to speculate what it might mean
--------an underlying
            sense of madness

i'm not all here
i've taken leave
my heart's gone dry
i cannot grieve
it's soaked right through
my bloody sleeve
while i begged
for something more
some sort of reason
something to wish for
or to believe in
something that could just be there
and love me all the same
not to accuse, ignore, or blame
i'm not all here
but no one would know
for you can't have a thought
for the soul you never sought
and the truth is,
nobody's looking for me.

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 11:24 PM

🌱 Pockets of meaningless existential discomfort are a too-oft part of the human condition, even without external challenges. I find the exercise of articulating it is, if not healing, at least mildly soothing.

#poetry #rkfinch

spine

right back at it again
this door i've closed behind me
so many times before
the inbound jouncing tightness
spreading from my cornerstone
bubbling through my system
via the mysterious mid-tier core
that does not exist
at the junction of
Cochlear Avenue
and Esophageal Lane
just before the northbound exit
to Brain Street
far, far from Oxygen Court
where the Bridge over Bloodlust
is still incomplete.
i was actually born
up north there
gave colour to its quarters
devised a precarious stability
which eventually attracted all
the gentrifying shit-thoughts
that moved in, forged a gate
and labelled the rest of us squatters
the ones they first called artists
now just bodies in the gutters
watching me, laughing
as i fell apart, and moved
my fine, battered, sorry ass
into the privacy of the heart.
but heart also doesn't want me here
it's too sweet for savoury
so it's drowning in my tears
it says my salinized shell
corrodes its parts, clogs its gears
and makes life a living hell.
i'm told to find myself another nexus
like the liver or the solar plexus
someplace edified by toxic grime
and sensitive neural involutions
not unlike mine
but they don't want me either.

so i moved into the spine.

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 1:19 AM

🌱 A recent poem.

#poetry #rkfinch

deadbeat

your god is a deadbeat dad
and if he ever shows up again
he'll be feeling pretty bad
might even get arrested
so he better have cash
and a man who abandons his lad
is the one
who should be asking for forgiveness
since after all it's his law.

your god is a deadbeat dad
he went for smokes
at the confectionery
the day before the quaternary
and left his children struggling
didn't even stay to see some born
this guy is dreadfully sad
if you're looking to be inspired,
because life is not binary
and pain is not a flaw.

your god is a deadbeat dad
and it is absolutely okay
to have no father at all.

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 2:26 AM

I particularly enjoyed making the artwork for this poem.

#poetry #rkfinch

a call in the woods

don't you know what it's for?
didn't you lie there and watch?
can't we start this again?
so much is over
have we nothing to gain?
don't you see that i'm not?
am i responsible for everything?
but, silence
i am whispering words to a stranger
beckoning a phantom
to come meet me here
i pray for our minds to awaken
and start calling to me
'cause there is no way this can go on
the ache in my heart has spread
and i suddenly remember
these warnings did promise to punish me
if i did not take heed
and i have failed, indeed.
all of my cries have been washed away
drowned out by legitimate suffering
drowned out by commerce and bustling
bouncing around in a closed, deaf world
and like fingers tearing at my flesh
ripping open half my chest
the stories that i have are sad
deserving nothing, outdone by little girls
there is not enough left to convince myself
that self-imposed encouragement is real
for if i fall down in the woods and no one can hear my call
did i ever exist at all?

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 12:37 AM

This is an old poem, many thousands of days ago now...

#poetry #rkfinch

these days are numbered

it's day ten thousand, three hundred,
     and twenty-seven
and i'm no closer to it
we are no better off then
i am no longer whole
back on day four thousand, six hundred,
     and seventy-five
i was much more alive
but i can't go back in time
and apply what i know
i have put energy out there
i risked being the fool, and did not lie
i wished for a resolute ending
never, now it's nothing, naught or nigh
it was always meant to be
i know it still
it may never come to pass
this may occur against my will
now quiet, listen,
and i'll cry for you.

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 12:00 AM

🌱 I'm glad this poem could finally be written.

#poetry #rkfinch

a new ROI

on a conference call with my former life
and the bullshittery is rife
with brand new bullshit
so strange from the outside
to hear all the things
that for three decades
feasted daily on my soul
proving further to me
that everything
i observed
and from which i ran screaming
was not only accurate
but impossible to hide
and since they don't know i'm listening
their team trained in gaslighting
has not been deployed

they were the cause of everything
all the aspects of the world
that are crumbling to ruin
and they still are
the only difference is
they are worse than ever, and
i'm not there anymore
because it was a fight every day
unwinnable in every way
a slave in an environment
where common sense is a punishable offense
and empathy is a death sentence
i have finally stopped listening
and am now only investing
in returns of peace and joy.

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 2:08 AM

This poem is quite old. It also originally came with a melody.

#poetry #rkfinch

after the day before

the sun has washed a kiss
upon my forehead
and even in this time of strain
i know things will erect themselves
a promise
from a source of complication
if given one more change
i know i can correct myself
i'll bear this feeling
and ignore its fiendish passion
i know i'll manage through
the darkened winter nights
i'll build a wall that's tantamount
to overcoming pain
i'll be industrious despite the cold
and find myself again
i'm surprised by how this theatre can bore me
the vast extremes to which its characters
feel so compelled to play
embroiled in yet another conversation
that eats the time away
here ends another day...

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialSep 29, 2026, 12:50 AM

An old poem. I'm a little blurry atm myself.

#poetry #rkfinch

oasis

sometime ago
stumbling cross-eyed and slow
walking away from a moment sublime
there's no time for us here
and now it's all soaking wet
so that i'll never forget
what is precious and fertile
like a smile and a tear.
no matter,
consequence lives in my home
and it chatters
i'm blurry because sleep can't be had
on its own
now i wonder a while
if the visions in my head
are what really lies ahead
watching beauty erupt
from the stench of my pain
of course i will see you again
i can already.

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 11:49 PM

🌱 A persistent sensation lately.

#poetry #rkfinch

precipice

it feels we're hanging from a precipice
death grip for a life that was built on a lie
a sedulous structure crumbling into the sediment
betraying the truth that we could never fly...

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialSep 26, 2026, 8:55 PM

🌱 A new poem.

#poetry #rkfinch

everything melts

everything melts
when you look at me
with those sweet soft eyes
as i adore you, adoringly
the warmth i feel
when i touch you
the smell of your soul
and your bones and your skin
your artistic toes
and delicious thighs
your hair, like magical feathers
on a fantasy beast
thick and soft at the edge
of your scathing wit
is just one more clue that
it was all and continues to be
well worth it
the weight of your head
on my chest makes me feel
so much more than the most
exactly when i need
to feel less like the least
we two-step harmoniously
and now this dulcet life
is like a song
of promise that here
and for always
it's safe to be you
it's safe to be me

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialSep 26, 2026, 12:15 AM

An old poem.

#poetry #rkfinch

this is the life i chose

and this is the life i chose
i suppose
these are the steps i've taken
and i tend to move deliberately
if anyone were to ask me
i'd say that i'm empty and need love
but when you sum it all up
and have had your fill
it seems
that this is the life i chose

yet this is the life i hate
my twisted fate
i feel forced to take steps while baited
and i want someone to understand me
if anyone ever asked me
i'd say i don't feel that i'm worth the fight
i'm disgusted with me and i want to hide
while i know you've had your fill
so it would seem
that this is the life i chose
and from those choices this arose.

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialSep 24, 2026, 9:32 PM

🌱 This may be relatable to some people.

#poetry #rkfinch

some occasion

I know at some point
you thought you loved me a small amount
meanwhile I was forced to keep building
     upon my doubt of the ability
     of those that are of the
     human persuasion to be
anything better than bad
you showed me that there is
something other than good
not glad
not attractive
not kind, not even a little
that you live so long
it is brutal
and i try not to think
of what i think of you
i don't reflect on you
i don't embrace your memory
and i certainly
have no happy takeaway
just holes from where you took.
You never, ever cared for me.
But don't worry, I stole that mantle from you
and learned to absolutely love me.
Your face is a shadow now
a featureless, crumbling commodity
something not worth reselling
it's of no value anymore
picked up by someone cheap and desperate
in the giveaway bin at the secondhand store.

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 4:26 PM

🌱 I needed to express my deep disgust at what we all witnessed at the UNGA address yesterday.

#poetry #rkfinch #unga

ACME politics

i know it's only been a day
but i do not believe
i am the first to say
Pee Oh Tee You Ess
Suuuuuuper Genius!
though, in terms for honest stations
this person makes me want to puke
from the smell of bile he sprayed
athwart the united nations.
bet he paints radioactive logos
on his diminutive mushroom cloud
and grips it hard as he rises
over a miniature persian model
like an onanistic umbra
an oppressive, vile kook
screaming, take that, bitch
you take my nuke!
then the words he prefers to opine
heard from penthouse to island
to yacht, dock and cuntline
his very favourite high sign
the one he says all the time
'I CAN DO ANYTHING I WANT'
and the bastard can
because his countrymen
keep on letting him
to certain death
to our very end.

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialSep 22, 2026, 9:55 PM

🌱 I wrote a little passive-aggressive revenge poem this morning. Then I reflected a bit on my unreligious degree in religion and decided it would be a better choice to post this one instead. Stupid correct Buddha. 😉

#poetry #rkfinch #buddha

The Buddha's always right

doesn't matter how myopic
doesn't matter how bleak
doesn't matter the topic
doesn't matter how weak
doesn't matter how strong
doesn't matter the fight
doesn't matter because
the Buddha's always right
I mean, it's just a logical
observance of science
before the universal
process of hypothesis
became accepted and available
plus a big old dollop
of the philosophically spiritual
It doesn't need to group you
or recruit you
or groom you
or dilute you
or consume you
You can cultivate it
without deracinating
your original view
You can look at it
or not, no matter
It just continues to sit there
being true.

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 10:04 PM

🌱 Mmm... [gossip] cake. 🍰👀

#poetry #rkfinch

look at my cake

they love it
it's delicious
like a special cake
with their name on it
almost a shame
to slice into it
but don't you worry
they'll get past it

by R.K. Finch
@rkfinch.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 3:14 PM

🌱 I wrote this poem this morning. The topic of the first verse is what saved me from drowning in the topic of the second verse. My young friend is featured in this artwork.

#poetry #rkfinch #spider #WWIII

the dawning reality

i like to imagine
that within my walls
the spiders have left
little hobo markings
to tell each other
that the second-largest monster
in the upstairs bathroom
will give them a Q-tip of water
then leave them to live autonomously
after briefly watching closely
and taking a few pictures.

i like to imagine
that i'm a courageous being
at peace with my mortality
and perhaps that's why
i feel a deadpan calm
spread out like a protective membrane
over the dread and misery
of the dawning reality
in the face of what is stirring
around you and me
internationally

i like to imagine
but lately i don't like
what i'm imagining.

by R.K. Finch
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