chocked full of vitamins and miseries

tied up in nots a net of blank refusals raining nuclear dismissals from the hell that is the human condition conditioned to instinctually huntfightandfuck in a soft land of store bought nonessentials prepackaged pineal processes recycling plastics as breakfast food chemically castrating the alpha diabetically with surplus sugars to insulate pancreatic insulin insolence over indulgent […]

trust me, i am a failure

the key to my failing as a philosopher is my disinterest in logical fallacies while the key to my failing as a poet lies in my over abundance of raw emotion i know what i know my stare keeps the ceiling up her words keep my pulse rate up and the rest is white noise […]

hints of wildflowers in a field of black and white

has some nefarious monster snatched the azure from the skies or have i been stricken colorblind in the absence of you? the sparrows hop chirping about as if everything is business as normal but this diffusion of shades of gray has my internal alarm system screaming panics. i fell frozen the depths of this sorrow […]

affection

harvesting verse much the same as separating the chaff from the wheat fascinated by the ideas that get stuck until the end result resembles what is pictured within what was revealing was the moment reservation was tossed to the wind where the fool allowed himself to fall heartfirst into love at last and how that […]

god, an astronaut and a spider spinning into forever

spent an hour watching a tiny spider weave a massive web invisible except for errant rays of light streaming from behind the ever present gray blanket a flurry of careful instinctual choreography hypnotizing in the steady chaotic order. lost in the details umable to see the entire work of art incapable of understanding the finer […]

the courier pt. 1

as i turned down the brick road the sun shied away the closer i drew to my destination the darker the world around me seemed to grow a cool wind whipped up the trash into a dustdevil in detritus slapping against the windshield an ill omen or just coincidence i couldn’t say with any certainty […]

meth frog (for Shawn, the real Meth Frog)

he grew up with just two burning passions; the first being the extravaganza of professional wrestling, and the second a deepseated love for methamphetamines. they called him the leprechaun as a kid because of his perpetual attire in verdant hues until he got old enough to take that first taste of crystal death, then he […]

squalor

squalor is an elegant word for such a hopeless feeling condition there is a poetry to words like this that simply fascinates my moribund mind.

obstinate

i get smallfalling inon myself whenthe wordsbecome obstinatelike aself-containedmarsupial. i haveforgottenwhich pouchi am ina writhing tumorin my own fleshseeking solacein puckered scars.

april showers

april showers are supposedly the root cause of may flowers but march came in like a lamb and went out like a bipolar yeti the world sleeps and i find myself trapped in this box listening to the lackadaisical tune my entire body tensed to spring as soon as the lid pops open it’s cold […]