when i fallplummetingsure as an arrowinto the deep watersof loveit doesn’t matterthat it's black as the pitmy eyes are faultybut my heart is sureyet navigating by the heartis a tricky businessakin to being a privateermarauding the open oceanfor a prizethere is none warrantedto issue an act of gracehence wewith no protectionare held accountablefor all we... Continue Reading →
long long legsmade forrunning and jumpingand openingwide wider widestto takethe sacrament ofman theflowering rod thatslays thevoice of warand thedamnable caul ofsingularity separatingthe wall offlesh fromevery other thingliving ornot the frictionthat provesi'm not granitebut abreakable innocentwith abright red riverflowing inthin-walled veinsfixed inan invisible patternof longingi vaguely rememberit's beentoo long sincei've beenchiseled open tothe gloriousthief of thoughtthat... Continue Reading →
when the days begin to bleed into the same daythe formless grey of undifferentiated ticktockszigzagging around potholes of open mouthswhen the nights swallow all of that regurgitating itas a sour puddle of circularity onto the platformof unconsciousness marked only by the music of the undefinedwhen the last train came through i missed iti was in... Continue Reading →
I live atop a smoldering volcano,always rumbling and threatening to erupt.I’m used to the smoke,my skin so grey on cloudy daysI melt into the landscape.I’m used to the noise;it's my lullaby when,having exhausted myself in the balancing,I finally collapse.Why, you wonder, don't you climb down?Oh, I've tried standing tall,surveying the pitted surfacethat slopes to civilization,but... Continue Reading →
fatigue ismy raincoat it’s beena wet spring sending aflood of synthetic dancers politicians andhereticsraining down shoddycounterfeitcoins pour fromhell’s own slot machine intothe lap of the worldthis is anear miss comedy a picnicof nothingbut yesterday’s cold coffeeand raw injusticeall bridgesburnt windows nailed shut strings pulled tightour one briefopportunity squanderedin petty squabbles when hunters the dark... Continue Reading →
the skyan intractable bluepromises nothing buta night of bitter coldi’m not deceivedby the brilliance of fallit’s nothing more than a trick of natureall the warmth implicitin those redgold leaves a liethe smile of a serpentcloaked in temporary beautyabout to strikedelivering the deadly kiss of winter Read More in Poetry
for the 13th time i’ve looked at the time glowing back from the phone that never sleeps and speaking of never sleeping neither do i well let’s not exaggerate i sleep but not much as you with marauding fingers hungry tongue snake out from wherever you are to here exploring all those places soft mountains... Continue Reading →
