felt like a hawk plummetting through the darker emotions earlier todau swore to myself i would leave them to rot with the other fetid corpses littering the ground but depression is like a tortoise trundling across an empty field sometimes before you know it you’ve got it in your talons and the damned thing looks […]
another cloudy night makes me wonder if the stars were ever really there or if someone forgot to pay the electric bill again i saw one flickering the other night had to flick my finger to get it to stay on i imagine a galaxy custodial position is a real shit job lonely too fixing […]
i read a gooey thing that said they wanted to love someone like the moon pouring light out of it’s soul the sheer idiocy amazed me the moon is a rock that reflects the sun’s light i wanted to tell him to use me as a reference i am a rock but i reflect the […]
there are only so many minutes in life and the bird outside my window in the bush has taken up it’s fair share
I have gained some new followers since my initial collection released on March 2nd. This was a dream come true for me to have my name on the spine of a book. It gave me the confidence to write my full novel I mentioned earlier today. These shorts cover the gamut of my story telling. […]
If you have listened to me on podcasts, or read my rambling news updates, you know I finished my first novel late last year. Now it has been officially edited and we have a cover that I love! So excited to see what could happen. It is no exaggeration to say it is my best […]
she is crying somewhere and i cannot hold her i know because it is raining in texas
ahab called to lecture me about obsessing moby dick and i just stared at each other over a cup of coffee and shrugged some people have nerve some have gall some are just unmitigated turds he called me ishmael when i answered the phone unoriginal prick
woke with my stomach gnawing my ribs and the scent of lilacs too strongly in my nose feeling like hitchhiking to the trans-siberian railway two weeks on a train in the middle of nowhere nothing but vodka and the snowy landscape to stare it from the shaking cars if there is a place to get […]
she has infinity in her eyes light streams in waves across the distance between hypnotizing with an allure that is indescribable my eyes are tea cups that can only be filled by her my mouth a saucer aching for her overflow my fingers are quills that can only be dipped in her ink my mind […]
some days i feel like a rural postal worker looking for addresses that don’t exist only finding chained dogs that are half mad from the heat other times i am a poet spilling my guts to an empty theatre wishing for someone to hear the empty words as they tumble out onto the black laquered […]
it’s another lonely weekend another lonesome walk down the socio path gonna head to the laundromat cause the washing machine is still dead take a trip to the farmer’s market watch the families happily stroll and buy fruit hit up the thrift stores search through other people’s memories write poetry about the things that i […]
she asked me to write poetry about poultry, she said it with a smile, unsure if the words came out right i was lost in her voice, dancing across my heartstrings but how can i say no to her i wanted to call foul on the fowl subject matter, pluck the prompt apart she assured […]
suicide by pop rocks and coke fuzzy fizzy filled to bursting with the crackling energy of a thousand supernovas the end is a sugary rush exploding into a new tomorrow like an alka seltzer in the tummy of a sparrow bits of red dot the horizon
searching for answers as the breeze blows on searching for god found a particle instead higgs boson bombarded by the fact that there are no coincidences in this chaos of perfectly lined order shattered in an effort to view the entire tapestry all will be revealed in it’s time not dependant upon your schedule splitting […]
my depression has become the jilted lover scowling as it drives by at one in the morning looking for another car in the driveway ready to slash the tires of that damned charlatan that dares try and steal her man she sends messages during the night asking how i am have i watched fury road […]
her soul is a satin scarf that winds around my heart every beat of happiness she feels ripples down through me sending chills waves of intoxicating bliss she is my drug i am a barely functional addict walking in a haze that i have chased my entire life
my brain is like a bag of microwave popcorn not as good as the real thing temperamental and the good bits have all been burnt from overexposure my poetry is much the same but still long after it is written the scent lingers
i had thought i left my heart in the twentieth century a relic of days gone it was in a flannel, listening to the pixies when I packed my bags and moved to the deep south it was stoned and watching clerks i didn’t expect i would need it again it found me, had stickers […]
i used to be july, but now i’ve accepted i’m becoming september it’s okay i’m sure february me dreamt of being june and didn’t realize the slippery slope to september would follow i wear my encroaching fall like a man in a hoodie about to step into winter, unsure if the rain will turn to […]
the cars speed past with angry glares to the old woman in the left lane with a blinker that has been on for hours as i pass her, not in nearly the same hurry, ours eyes meet and she smiles it was infectious i smiled back and waved and slowed down to stay next to […]
Been thinking about Mr. Van Gogh all day today. Understanding not understanding why the art doesn’t resonate. To you Vincent, and to those that love his works. Sometimes maybe, art is ahead of it’s time. Or parallel and unseen. From a Fool, to a genius. me
his pick up was a graveyard for dinosaurs belching black smoke as he angrily drives down the highway compensating for a smaller organ than he projects in his fury at a world that secretly laughs behind his back
sometimes i wish my comment section was as full as my spam folder scrolling through in search of wayward missives, the bots really know how to stroke an ego lovely ladies are lonely, looking for me to spill poetry across their digitally naked forms online casinos guarantee my lucky streak continues with the loosest slots […]
buffeted by winds that carry slivers of glass this view has been rendered by the brush of bosch flames consume the temporary forever of human conceit life is a transitive state from sleeping to dreaming death is the chill calm of fading pain slipping away subtle shifts in unconscious desire placated by ash
slept the broken sleep of the damned only to not charge my phone and have no alarm the alarm being my head screaming why are you bothering now i sit with no time for coffee head in a jumble trying to figure out how to quell anxiety that today everything will go wrong yet the […]
i used to have a harmonica it wasn’t punk rock but it was in black sabbath so i didn’t really care what anyone thought about it then i forgot about it moved to texas gave up on the dream of being a famous musician hard to be a musician when you don’t play an instrument […]
we had aural sex our voices going down on each other’s cerebellums she stroked my aorta with the trained hand of a professional cardiologist skipping beats i feel her hand on my internal organs strumming eighty eight keys with the grace of a trained pianist we’ve never been in the same room but we have […]
so tired yet the thought of sleep is revolting inspired to be uninspired by the world around me drained deveined of the things that made me human the neighbor’s dog barks at the bird that sings of the setting sun the motorcycle idles like a stampede of horses across my fragile egg shell skull in […]
i play her hologram on a constant loop as the emptiness threatens to drown me i cannot touch her but i pantomime slow dancing in the side room i cannot hear her but imagine what the sound of her voice whispering to me is like the haze of dust floating through her lit up form […]
“Good Morning.” “And a good morning to you as well Ms. Mona.” “Ms. Mona?” “It’s cone to my attention that perhaps I need to be more respectful in the workplace.” “HR again?” “Did you know they call it Mike’s Time Out now?” “It seems fitting.” “I mean yeah, but still. According to the employee handbook […]
it’s a horrible feeling being the needle dulled upon the iron of distance the sharp point being smashed by unruly hands that can’t fathom the wear of longing it’s a wonderful feeling being the needle dulled upon the iron of distance the sharp point being gently molded by loving hands that take the edge off […]
sometimes i get so caught up in the mundane as i think of other things i found myself gently folding a receipt as if it was the picture of a lost lover
feeling a bit like a moai head in the sand this morning the ravens circling above the earthworms burrow below yet i stare in her direction direction less yet somehow knowing the right way granite flecks of fallen facial recognition unable to turn away if anyone asks i’m taking a personal day to wile away […]
your smile is the pull chain to the engine in my chest a simple glance at you is it all it takes to make my heart jump and shake in manic joy you are some kind of magician to be able to make my doubts disappear this is just one of the ten million reasons […]
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