a bonfire in frozen divinity

i settle myself in november’s frozen ashes as the cold winds tap out a sullen dirge on the windchimes a lethargic clatter setting off lavender showers in morning sun she rages in my mind the storm over the ocean white tipped waves crashing against boulders a series of lighthouses illuminating her every sensual curve as […]

or it could be projection

the birds sing a cheerful symphony on the dystopian dysentery they have been forced to endure since their bones grew hollow after millennia ruling the world. probably. who knows. when the words scream everything else is white noise. but you tell me when a crow caws loudly there isn’t more than a hint of unbridled […]

thanksgiving

the day before a holiday weekend faces filled with short timer syndrome as they tick off the seconds until they can clock out and hide for days a lackadaisical haze of tryptophan naps thankful for a break from the hell of nine to five semi-existence my few memories of thanksgiving are a blur of snow […]

shellshock

i used to feel the compulsion to document my every breakdown in lowercase dismay but tearing off the many scabs became a symptom all of its own now i keep the beauty i see selfishly inside rather than scream into the void where nothing seemed to matter used to dream one day the words would […]

november tripping

it’s chilly cool enough that her tongue slowly licking the underside of my throbbing desire before making it all vanish in her inferno consumes me

daily visions of drowning

if i had a nickel for every time i have daydreamt of running my tongue from the arch of her foot up her shapely legs to bury it in the ocean of her longing i would have enough to retire happily as she does her best to grind the beard off of my glistening face […]

tiptoing on fragile male egos in steel toed boots

these supposed writers with their fragile egos have no idea just how pathetic they really are puffed up pissants pretending to be purveyors of art simple shitstains in pedantic prose creating drama to stay relevant in a world so sick of the same tired blame shift the best thing about my particular broken nature is […]

Ghosts Are Real, out now

out today, Ghosts Are Real, a horror book written for kids. my friend, PC3 asked me to write a soft horror story and i did, The Creaking House, a spooky tale of Timmy and Tommy and their summer spent at the Grandmother’s, who also happens to be the caretaker for a cemetery. PC3 assembled an […]

poisoned berries

the emotional predators no longer need to stalk prey this interconnected world has become so lonely they simply have to wait until the next victim hops into the boat on their own willingly blind for the chance to feel anything in a digital facsimile like watching a car crash in slow motion as the victims […]

idiocy in dizziness

i woke by rolling over a hiting my head on the wall and as i lay here unable to drift off i feel profoundly glad my literary heroes didnt have social media sylvia vague posting about her husband while posting gardening and cooking tips with a cold despondency old hank only posts celene quotes at […]

infected

if the sinus pressure increases when they cremate my shriveled remains they will find a diamond skull among the bone fragments a crystal clear reminder of a fool beholden to beauty which was hidden in layers of agony antibiotics dance in a bipolar biosphere i cannot tell if the sun has risen or if it […]

a welcome mat drenched in sarcasm

a crudescent haze follows just out of sight behind me as i stroll through an inconsolable day of rigid anxiety i long to escape the doldrums of wasting the day in indentured servitude to landlords and bosses burning up with ideas and too run down to scribble them out enslaved to creativity yet engulfed in […]

always carry a potato to ward off evil

little people with extraordinarily large unwarranted egos seem to demand all eyes on them at every opportunity whether it is good or bad they need attention to give them satisfaction they insert themselves into any situation expounding their self perceived virtues incapable of seeing they are impotent stains life is difficult enough without these annoyances […]

feels like a second monday

a long weekend drifts into a short week where everything still needs accomplished and a fool longs for another six hours lost in dream instead it is a twenty mile drive which takes an hour to possibly complete a service call her writhing the sheets crumpled between her fingers as i complete a masterpiece in […]

her footsteps on the beach etched in glass

i expected her to run away instead she smiled and ran toward me and in her eyes she wrote forever in flashing embers and i knew then i would be consumed. i ran to her unconcerned as the flames seared my flesh and she was burned into my very soul. ashen figures burnt into the […]

ipecac

i never felt like i really existed outside of a loose collection of flaws which life proved ad nauseum was meant to be easily discarded nauseated by the vertiginous trappings of self consumed vixens who want a personal poet without all the intangibles associated and then i was seen as is and even though i […]

an inconvenient encumbrance of evening

just outside blue light beckons accompanied by disorienting music half a note too the fast off key warbling howling screams through hollowed out skulls cast in bronze with waxen rivulets in the haunting moments where dream is a flute hidden lost in dischordia i stumble with heavy limbs clanging a warbeast beholden an oni blood […]

coffee and humor hit best black

i dream all goddamned day and wonder why sleep is an elusive whore i chase throughout the restless evenings perhaps prayers to hypnos rather than to a lower case t will provide some rest and relaxation a proper pantheon portraying pieces of humanity’s frgamented psyche instead of one absentee father figure only seen in toast […]

a symphony for two

i long to trace the lines of her perfection with lazy fingers and hungry lips trancribing her fully into art discovering her every tell as i explore her depths with my tongue learning to play her body like a first chair in this symphony of desperate desires coaxing her entire being into a crescendo as […]

an orange fuckwit embarassing us again

ignorance won yet again appealing to those unwilling to think for themselves the stupid fucking sheep chose a charlatan who has only ever failed except to sucker the rubes they are proudly embarassments to everything this country stands for and they are too stupid to see it your god would be sickened if he wasn’t […]

anyplace is a museum when she is on my mind

my favorite part of going into so many new places is the chance to stare at the artwork haphazardly strewn across the buildings i treat each new visit as a trip to the museum and try to capture the essence in the brushstrokes most are absolute shit mass produced pieces with zero tangibility but occasionally […]

gray spires

waging this war to save daylight as evening falls earlier and earlier feels like a losing proposition i am a grizzled veteran of this fruitless battle wearing the mental scars of seasonal regression as i retreat farther back into my prison cell unwilling or unable to face the rain as summer begrudgingly gives way to […]

seeking sanctuary in solemn prayer

autumn rain falls over texas a welcome change to the baleful glare of our sun cooler weather as darkness reigns the shorter days lead to longer nights spent vivisecting dream as i fall further downdowndown this rabbit hole of unadultrated joy lavender bolts illuminate an altar worn marble from penitent prayers longer nights spent in […]

(un)titled sighs

i prefer to fingerpaint in pain because agony is to be commiserated whereas happiness is enviable at best somedays this bipolar panoramic plays out in stunning contrast to a fool himself as the sun sets over contented sighs clutching joy while fragmenting is a spectacle unto its own weird wonder the chemicals sing so much […]

dour dreamprickles

the day has decided to be a solid slate of dismal gray the clouds cast an eerie pall over a city filled with dreary spirits but she rests gently in my brain a golden aura washing away the dull dismalities in a rush of ideas to keep the demons at bay

melted candles

i wonder if after so many rebirthes does a phoenix ever tire of beginning again rising up from the ember and ash only to repeat the same vicious cycle it sounds at least to me rather fucking exhausting yet here i am trundling into yet another year no wiser nor even a bit better screaming […]