an evening fit for ghouls and death seems fitting as a fool grows steadily older than he ever expected to grow there always seemed to be a certain logic to being born the day after the veil is at its thinnest point where evils swirl just next to the living carving wards in which to […]

the weather has adopted an air of confusion as it feels cooler than it actually managed to be a subtle psychosis as the year nears its grand finale and a fool sits exhausted yet enthusiastic over what’s to come in the future which feels almost as confusing as the cool breeze on a warm afternoon […]

i feel less like a person and more like a collection of broken parts in desperate need of reconfiguring a constant struggle with perceiving leads to self discovery with a lack of depth perception from the blind eye leaking darkness into my mind hanging up tshirts after a trip to the laundromat at seven o’clock […]

basquiat taught the frenzy of creation of absorbing every tiny detail of the world around you and with a singular focus toward always twisting inspirationz into fresh wounds on the corpse of beauty the same grave remains to hold our fetid remains but those scars that is forever dontthink dontbreathe just create my friends fret […]

the poet’s curse sitting alone at 3am the silence seems so solid as the city snores a cacophony of creeping dissonance light pollution leaves three stars visible and the orange malaise of toxic haze will give the sun a sickly halo the electricity grabs my brain and sets me jittering silently so as to not […]

the city seems faded the bright sunshine absorbed into building which have lost their luster chasing problems through parking garages trying to outrun afterimages in this labyrinth made up of only straight lines there is a peculiar perpendicularness lancing ley lines to sputter and spark in turgid relapse lightning flashes over the ocean farfarfarawayfrom a […]

each morning i watch as the gradient of the sky goes from black to blue a solemn ritual of coffee mixed with poetic delusion the mania screams a supercharged bolt lashing my mind i am a tumultuous catastrophe in broken lines trickling down the spine of art a category six tempest feeding itself into a […]

the words sing in a way they haven’t for a very long time a bkeached coral chorus in chitinous chords revealing wonderland in reticulated verse what is a poet without a muse painting in ash at the altar of fiery dismays only to find anew the passion to reignite the sun with peculiar prose oh, […]

this paint by number reality leaves an acidic aftertaste as rumbling dyslexia makes the digits unrecognizable god as a painter suffers from acute colorblindness casting shades of gray in furious strokes unknowing if the hue matches any true intent she cracked open my chest with magnificently manucured nails to unleash a spectrum which washed away […]

there is a pure beauty only experienced in living while the harshest truths only show themselves in fetid decay i straddle them a modern day hel harnessing the hell which resides inside scratching out blossoms of hope in remission with a quill dipped in aortic spills i have reconfigured my dna to the point where […]

an eruption the sky ignites a deep thrombosis rupturing pink to stain the city sleeping fitfully in the throes of another nightmare brought on by artificial sweetners slipped into the water towers across the crumbling nation i cannot tell where the daydream ends and the day itself begins lost in this haze of sudden wonder […]

i feel like a crate of dynamite found after decades lost in darkness a growth of nitroglycerin crystals upon my subtly shivering frame beyond ready to explode she smiles and i know with complete understanding she will nurture a stability while encouraging the frantic need to destroy this boring status quo

night has falleni have beenlazy all dayand it felttremendousyet now in the darknessI feel guilt overthe lack of words perhaps she hasthem allstolen like my breathfallen from mystupid smileto litter the pavement here is a goddamned poemto satiate the itchbetween my earsanother sacrifice tocreativitywords to pelein hopes of evokingher in my presence

the sword of damocles hang over my head a constant reminder i linger st the edge of total annihilation can a nihilist be annihilated or is that just part and parcel in indecipherable nonsense reality is filled with heat distortions and i seek a mirage to rest a spell while i catch my breath falling […]

i go through interminable stretches where creativity is little more than a teasing whore tickling the edge of my fevered brain she shows me just enough rope to hang myself in manic curiosity to leave me longing for enough to finish the job she has deigned to shower her glorious attentions in all her splendid […]

a sudden influxof super andsecondary moonsancient cometsand the coming ofautumnal coolingleads a fool tobelieve maybethings aren’t sofucking terriblefor a little bitas long as youignore the newsand all the signsthings have nevermore fucked up small victoriessilver liningsand whatever elseis necessary tomake it thoughyet another daydip your toes intodelusion and watchit all burn away

the weatherman said a cold front was on its way yet today will be in the nineties poets are a lot like meteorologists neither really knows for sure what tomorrow will actually bring but we stand there cocksure and stupid knowing nearly every word we speak is wrong poetry and the weather two of the […]

the sky seems swollen this morning the gradual proliferation of cerulean paused in incidental bruising as engines rumbles and a fool vibrates in time with the uncertain diffusion creeping across texas today will be another in a long line of forced enthusiasm searing semi-plastic smiles on robotic faces sitting in vehicles suspended in traffic waiting […]

i think i saw the void wink at me as i gazed longingly into forever or perhaps it was a ripple where another lost dreamer dove headfirst into oblivion the illusion of choice hides the fact we only get to pick our poisons everything else is doled out without consent next time the void winks […]

i am vocal about the shitshow in my brain because keeping silent is the coward’s path the hardest part of being this way is not knowing who i will be tomorrow i want to be happy but there is always a chance something small will set off a total collapse something so tiny waking and […]

love is a temporary completion before life breaks us anew changing a fevered embrace into fresh wounds as we struggle with the pain bottled up behind our fleeting smiles i fear i am too worn down no longer capable of finishing the puzzle just an edge far removed from the glorious center more likely the […]

my mood has flatlined to the point i cannot tell if the current creativity has me nearly content or if i am so concussed by a year of failures i cannot bother with more than simply showing up i lost my place in my own story and i keep skipping around to find my bearings […]

i don’t believe in fate and i find coincidence to be exactly that the list of things i wish i believed in compared to what i have seen as truth is stark and desolate but some days the thing i wish i believed in most was myself yet when i try to figure out what […]

a trepidation in venturing out into the golden glow slowly igniting across the dark purple no one needs to see a fool who has been so uncertain as to who he is under the light where blemishes are more pronounced i struggle before trying to sleep without a grain of hope to cling to just […]

betrayals always begin as simple things then tumble into no return my mind doesn’t differentiate when lines are drawn in the sand just nukes it all into panes of painful glass to be reflected upon at a later time being friends with someone who hurts people you claim that you care about is the ultimate […]

madness isn’t something you explain it is wholly something you experience there are no answers no great epiphanies in falling apart fhere is anguish loss indeterminate stretches where nothing is sure but nothingness i can make you feel madness but after that is between you and your demons mine ask for things this life doesn’t […]

left to my own devices i cannot control the impulses if i could be anything but this meatsuit ripe with blowflies i would gratefully instead i keep taking more until i find some fucking answers deeperanddeeper so used to the spiral i forgot how to feel anything but nauseous

how fucking long does becoming yourself fucking take i have liquefied every bit of myself poured myself into this fucking cocoon and for what to not exist i need music drugs and a blow job guess i can settle on fucking myself

i mean you dont imagine bukowski standing at the urinal as the piss trickles you imagine him viral with a string flow or not at all i find life is so much better suited distorted every single person just dies i hope people remember me with a strong flow not dribbling sadly over my own […]

increasingly i just think the poetry saving all of us the hassle of typing out blathering odes i don’t even know the meaning of i just need something you know it’s all bullshit but momentarily dreams are everything i am just so tired of waking up just tired and no matter how fucking honest i […]

i feel dangerous as of late so very tired of this cage i feel so close to dying from all the things i won’t let myself taste no amount of fucking drugs or music can hope to numb what five minutes alone with you could ever satiate starve the demons so creativity bleeds and scrape […]

half blind self blind yet i see the entirety of this absurdity so clearly it makes me wonder how it all hasn’t toppled a thousand times over a slave to chemicals which spill unceremoniously across this slick where consciousness is supposed to reside we are astronauts in an atmosphere which slowly decomposes the soundtrack of […]

on occasion if you listen real closely the universe in its infinite absurdity can accidentally cast a path in the chaotic dissidence of blown out tires and broken hearts this morning i listened and went right back to bed spent too much of this temporary whatever chasing after my stupid fucking heart instead of listening […]

is the world stuttering or have i fallen into the wobble where the liquid core is sloshing causing it to jerk emphatically whenever i stop to catch my breath maybe it’s me trailing tiny cataclysms in a row behind me causing tremors leaving ruins in the shape of cartoon hearts wherever i go