if i could do it over i tell charon as he guides us in the creaky boat across the styx i would have told more people that they can fuck themselves instead of trying to keep the peace between folks that never thought of anyone but themeselves charon says nothing just nods along with the […]
as i stumbledfrom a bedthat serves noother purposethan that ofdream prisonor perpetualmotion machineunable to findany comfort ora moments peacethe sun shineda golden glowthe birds hoppedperhaps excitedto see the foola hopefulnessbathing the land and i crackedopen the doorlet the lightand the simple songwash over me in ajoyous sacramenta celebration ofa brand new week before promptlyscreaming forthe […]
a slow drip rendering the amazing aesthetic of the avant garde amniotic amnesiac suitable for human presumption a chill races through your system of vascular distress leaving nothing but the echoes of haunting gravedirt soliloquies a last gasping breath of fetid particulates percolating within dire dimensions of dastardly dreamspite the sheen of madness lunar lunacies […]
gravity pulses behind occular distortions everything is just out of my ability to find any focus little burns on my fingers from the simmering sauce needing to be stirred and i feel nyself dissolve with the finely diced cloves of garlic floating on the robust scents through am apartment that has grown just a bit […]
of all of the lines in poetic nuances to have swept through my cavernous skull when you tell me that you love me not a single verse from the greatest poets throughout all of time strikes me with half the pure happiness every single day i seek futilely to scribble something a quarter as beautiful
in the lost yearwhere everythingwas locked downi forgot how muchwas missing inthe day to daylast year anyoneout and abouthad a hurried gaiteyes fearful overmasks and shields. today i saw ladiesin sundressessmiling brightlyin the noontime suni was struck byhow long it had beensince i saw a smileout in the wilds. these glimmers of hopeare still too […]
the fur on my brain is extra thick today the sky is gray matching my pants socks boxers and mood i will just stay under my rock if you think you need me don’t there is just enough space for her and i don’t see myself needing anything else
on days like today every errant thought seems to be drawn to her she tickles my brain in chimeric shades impossible colors from beyond the spectrum effortlessly drawing forth these imaginary tones until everything that i thought i knew becomes hyperbolic orange with super luminous red tint her voice evoking a lull in stygian blue […]
if you were to slice open my belly a flood of half digested verses would seek to drown the entire plane if you were to crack open my skull it would throw projections of her smile onto every available surface and if you were to spread open my ribs you would release the sparrow that […]
my soul is less of a stained glass refrain showing inner beauty more resembling a lost archeological digsite picked clean of artifacts now a pockmarked eyesore with no familiarity to the ancient civilization that once spread bountiful seeds of hope and wonder pitted ivory bones cracked by the jaws of hungry predators seeking to find […]
all the color bled to run down the gutters a technicolor swirl of brittle prayers left unheard as the stars fall one by one slowly darkening an already dimly lit sense of forevermore she smiles at me her seraphic beauty a balm upon my anxious soulslurry the brown in her eyes the pink of her […]
i had a dream i cradled my own head and stared into familiar eyes as the light faded and i did not know which one of me died when i woke a sense of disassociation swept over me as i stared into the mirror all i could see was the spark going out now i […]
i wondered whythe sun failed to risethis morningit has to come to termsthat it will now riseon a worldwithout youit feels sogoddamned unfairwatching a star fallknowing nothingwill be the same againi hope you knewhow muchhow fucking muchyou were lovedor how very muchyou will be missedthe sun failed to risebecause it knewit wouldn’t shineupon youand now […]
(un)inhibited has gone live on Amazon. excited to have a new collection out and thankful to Cyberwit for getting it on Amazon. (un)requited is coming soon from Potter’s Grove Press. this one is extra special to me because my daughter made the cover. working with her on it was wonderful and she is so excited […]
the colors run down the filthy glass as the world outside becomes another black and white misremembrance a celebration of the nothingness lurking just behind cold dead eyes and vacant serpentine smiles a hint of venom in the earnest flooding of inoculated tears the verses spill pooling across the cold tile floor in viridescent slicks […]
sweeping dust bunnies from the darkest corners of an already dimly lit series of contussions scrubbing the tarnished silver in the haunted chapel of my mind the skeletons in my closet put on a show and dance carefully choreographed to put all my greatest failings proudly center i hum along to these greatest fits of […]
two fluffy sparrows feathered balls of joy hopping merrily singing the blessing of a new day through the bushes that ring the building /creeping forward death padding silently/ the happy song of sun bounces off the windows filling the courtyard with odes to fat worms colored yarn and hatchlings yearning to feel the wind lift […]
each raindrop cuts down the jagged edges of unregulated crystalline sorrows the headlights magnify the shadows a constant horde indistinct waging wars upon innocent onlookers to the kaleidoscope projected out in fleeting visions tinted in hazel incongruencies a thunderous thing leaving a husk a cicada burrowing from the soil copperheads hidden in the bark seventeen […]
the rains are unrelenting as the last tempest of spring blows through the texas heat teases a return i sit alone as the sky cries for the beauty left to brown as mistress summer casts her wicked gaze towards a fool seeking answers to questions washed away by torrential rehashings of utter dismays the filth […]
he watches a world that he doesn’t quite have the patience to be a part of, some days it is a mass of confusion or contusion a pummeling oddly cancerous thing, a flurry of flirty embarrassments insistently incessant in irredeemable idiocies, he watches unsure at the end game slightly sickened by his own curiosity, wondering […]
/still/ the sun shines high in the sky a butterfly bright yellow on soft pink petals red and blue dart amongst the branches the cold water rushes past white froth swirls /still/ the wind sings through the chorus of sharp green leaves an orchestral accompaniment by the excess inhabiting the forest of tranquility /poisedtenseready/ a […]
the solitude feels more solid somehow the words are being persnickety plucking blooms off of cacti instead of tending a pretty garden in an abandoned lot my soul feels heavily salted and my best attempts at planting something is just another upside down bulb growing towards, yet away from, differing sets of hells seeking solace […]
the heat brings clouds of gnats a swarm descending (patience) a warm breeze gently pushes the hovering horde the sunlight in hazy beams plays against the swaying leaves (a twinge vibrations dance a blur where one was a struggling little gnat now a meal gently wrapped to be liquefied at leisure) mindless wings further entangled […]
romance is dead they decry bereft of passion they bemoan their flatulent corpulence smothering beauty leaving no recourse for poets but to resort to necrophilia striking flint hoping for a spark to light the darkness of a world that has forgotten what it means to be in love accidental quixotes chivalry having died leaving an […]
the rabbit hops /caution/ a circling shadow an instant /danger/ darting through tall grass heart pounding an adrenalized bundle of muscle (snatched mid leap a flash talons grip squeezing powerful wings launch the raptor and prey) /maddening paralyzing panic/ tufts of fur bloody float on the thermals that gave way to death
Crimson Pinnacle Press presents Fairy Tale Horror Show is available today. Included is my take on the classic, The Pied Piper of Hamelin. An already dark tale, i attempted fantasy to tell this new version. it’s time to pay the Piper. i share the TOC with some great up and coming writers and can’t wait […]
a calm swaddles the city outside while the same three note refrain plays on repeat even the traffic seems to recognize the soft swollen hints of hope in the golden light a row of fat little sparrows stare in at me as i stare unseeing into the aether lips still tingling from a plethora of […]
the many suckered tentacles of existence pull at my rather tattered soul, the void is just an inkblot sprayed in haphazard schisms projected across the sky -i am done ill consumed by self administered vitriol flavored ignorance strands dripping from over stimulated salivary glands- blue rings dart tiny kisses of deep paralysis settling down into […]
subdermal transience * incalculable static interference * traversing synaptic dissonance in random ones and zeros * an electrical tempest shivering between feeble gasps * carefully tuned to register tangential idioms raucous in design awkward in function * lost with all the other ghosts haunting the meat machine
every day an avalanche of selfies carefully filtered proper angles illusions twice daily a series of vignettes fabricated delicately to push the delusion that she wishes to cast bragadaccio in fictional tones selling a version of herself for the adoration not welling up within her in this deliberately manicured yet patently false social persona she […]
as a child it seemed like life would be a series of adventures sprawling trips exploring ancient ruins as a teen it seemed like life would be a series of love letters perfumed odes of secret trysts and declarations as an adult it seems that life has become a series of eviction notices from the […]
it has been eleven of your birthdays in which we have not spoken at all part of me wishes that i could just forget the date strike it from my mental calender but something always seems to find a way to remind me between dad dying and you might as well having done the same […]
i hear the waking world but my heart stammers outraged at the sameness as it recognizes things the mind lets accumulate a prison is a prison if the walls are made of concrete or from flesh itself and i have a spoon and a lifetime sentence in solitary to try and find a way out […]
trying to form the most airtight lie ever told to convince myself everything is okay when i see a trail of things i thought i had managed to keep together blowing across the highway behind me a scene of calamitous ecstacy as fears are splintered on the grills of angry semi trucks barrelling through insecurities […]
his yellowed hands shake as he taps out a cigarette a coffin nail he wheezes to himself as he places the butt between lips striking a match and sucking in acrid smoke he stands away from the door hacking blue clouds into the sky as he watches the pretty ladies with blue hair he sees […]
five thousand odes hastily scratched to capture fleeting emotive dissonance to sleep(unslept) to hopes(undreamt) to tears(unwept) to secrets(unkept) the waking dreamer lost/a sinking ship off the coast of shallow homeward memory/drifting on stranger currents ever farther from faded ink stained love letters(the empty promises of safe harbor in times of war) an empty bucket on […]
a rigidity along the shadows lending a dual nature to waking in a river of flame in this lower level of hell spent all night dreaming of failing to save the three souls that i love as they suffer unduly for sins i committed myself a poisonous swamp at the edge of a frozen lake […]
perhaps the void is written in braille black on black to hide the bumps i run my lips over the seething emptiness the barbs spelling out the secrets of nonexistence writing with trembling over adrenalized digits in this abstraction of nothing my mind loses coherence thinking at the end of universal bothersomeness
fireflies and cigarette embers unable to tell them apart as they float in the dark of summer reveries i can close my eyes and feel them land on my forearms one tickles one sizzles and i could not say which one is which it has become an issue this inability to separate stimuli rewired to […]
at times the pieces of the puzzle swirl into view but for all of this studious obsessing over the most minute of indistinct detail i gain zero insight from the manic design unfurling before my tired animosity unable to slide the pangaean parts into a working model of distressed tectonic wandering i sit with my […]
odd gravitational fluctuations have my stomach doing cartwheels laying in the dark waiting for the world to go to sleep so i can have the ceiling all to myself without the reminders even as i lie to myself on a constant repetitive progression from plaintive to pleading to stop picking scabs to play along with […]
when i opened my sleepy eyes as hazel indignation rolled through the shadowy room your name lay softly enveloped by my tongue tapping my teeth a morning declaration determined to spring forth to ride the winds of another stormy gray day a pleasant song whistling amongst the green leaves if i were as talented as […]
he floats tethered to a chunk of metal in the vastness of space earth spins uncaringly beneath above he is uncertain his bearings lost somewhere as he exited orbit back there he left behind a lifetime of accumulated woes out here there is nothing but a gradual rounding of his heart and sorrow as the […]
noisy busy this morning slept in or fell asleep too late constant state of waking muttering to the silence that only exists in our hearts and minds for anything to escape the grinding painthistles of time of space of distances between i only dream in technicolor because everything else is a blur of gray malaise […]
in a filthy alley or the eye of the storm buried beneath the floorboards or left to flounder on the shore another fish dying far from the waves a part time astronaut dreaming of the moon slowly drinking herself to death in dive bars neon distractions in smoky amber angst condensation running down a dirty […]
a tangible full bore panic seems to accompany creation fear grinds these new expressions at times i feel most alive in these worlds in my head the storms outside less real than the words on the screen perhaps the insanity of words shelters me from the insipidness of life the gentle embrace in drowning under […]
the breeze carries the feel of microscopic lethargy in macroscopic disdain or maybe that is reversed oscillating unable to decide if laziness or petty indignation hold sway over the gray may day between the roaring black smoke belching hedge clippers clumsily shaping topiary cubes out of the secret lair of the sparrows to the blank […]
feels as if my lungs have been stapled to my spine a band of steel pressed tight around my struggling heart the gravity inside of my skull on par with mercury anxiety crushes my hollow bones to dust on days like today the heaviness of existing weighs down like six feet of soil on a […]
each and every sound has become incomprehensible distinct noises blurred a wall of ambient wailing until all i can do is fold myself up reconfigure my shape shrink into the silence inside whisper my love a mantra to keep the tears from etching themselves downdowndown my origami intangibilities i am unyielding unwilling to break call […]
a perpetual notion machine ideas clanging off each other atoms colliding photons emit flashes of lavender fingers scraping the grime accumulated in the crevices of sullen gray gelatin darkening the day with shadows of yesterday’s dreamtensions axial anxieties perpendicular to self inflicted sanguineous sadnesses left to roam the haunted home of broken children crying into […]
there is a subtle genius to inefficiency a spark igniting bursts of creativity in the moments where productivity lapse the mind wanders adjunct art appears scribbling schrödinger’s poetry into the aether unquantified by anything but the cold sterile eye of eternal emptiness forever left unacknowledged flaring before returning to motes of stardust settling at the […]
i imagine one day they will find me dead clutching my phone one last poem to her half finished on the screen and all i ask is that whomever it is that finds me hits publish so i can tell her i love you one last time
when i am lost it is in you i can be found and these shadowed trails leading off into sunlight dappled reveries of self inflicted tremorous shocks dissipate into the sanctuary inherent in your perfect smile when i am lost the silence knows i am frequently unfound inside my cavernous skull but always no matter […]
hovering at the cusp but of what? a sense of possibility tantalizing nearly palpable. in a constant state of creation, never slowing never ceasing an endless stream of scenes strung together with rusted hooks. one of them has to find purchase. right? an infinite loopdeloop of submission rejection rinse and repeat all in the hope […]
i watch as they skate the line between inspiration and outright plagiarism the only thing separating the two is the lack of natural talent to make the words their own but blinded to this basic fact collecting words phrases mimicking style emulating cadence missing metaphors and the heart that makes emotion flow leaving a turgid […]
incessantly they buzz drilling through striatic dishevelment tectonic in duration grinding any expectation into wispy dreamslivers my eyes become snow globes my soul shaken until only the ashes of childhood homes obscures vision this staggering stack of poetic cataract reactions contractually obligated strips of laconic heartspasms the dying spark of a fire never quite incited […]
incapable of humaning today irritable at the verge of another breakdown stomping like an irradiated komodo dragon destroying downtown tokyo i apologize if the aether is rambunctious i am pouring all of my ample distortion in the form of love letters but there is a perversion to the flow the world can just politely mute […]
spotted carpmouth agape atthe water’s edge/gluttonousunthinkingunknowing/:granulardefiance:orange glintingpale white underthe raving sun there was a placehiddena waterfall carvedthrough the rockcalcium bubblessolidifiedthe streams ofburnt umbradrizzle instagnant solidity a lone crya mockingbirdalonein the light the mindlesscarpmouths agape/a blur ofmovement atthe water’s edge/:deificationby deicide:blackorangewhiteroiling at the surfacea dragonflyin the summer air
the words areobstinatetoday slipslidingsidewaysto fall betweenthe barsof the sewer gratetrapped ina subterraneanwarren of hastilycarved tunnelsleading deeperdowndowndowninto the bowelsof hell itself chasinga flashingglimmerof spun silverthrough thislabyrinthi hear the screamspunctuatedby the crackingwhipsunable to tellif it ismy own screamsdeafening me deafened byobstinancein the fleetingpromiseof intangibilitiesas the wordsthemselvesdo not listen
the sounds are different waking in a strange place sneaking through gathering up my things trying my hardest not to disturb the snoring chorus the sounds of the city a blanket of white noise absent leaves rustle no planes no trains only the occasionaly splash as a truck drives past i like the solitude but […]
i dreamt in that dream i was a turtle on the beach sea foam condensed in my negative spaces i was an albatross watching down over a rocky beach with a turtle slowly dissipating back to the salt i was the wind underneath the great wings a thermal keeping the albatross afloat for months at […]
flush with pinpricks of negative lights flashing behind my eyelids too many thoughts not enough outlets lost in the spirals gravitational discrepancies distortions a message hidden in the white noise of a too loud existence a testament to insanity a swollen river washing away the footsteps of a fool’s solitary sojourn searching for meaning in […]
hanging on by the skin of my teeth the last threads unwinding in a display of technicolor dreamspatter soaking against bare skin goose pimpled from the howls of winter’s kiss clinging to the sheer cliff poised to tumble always falling downdowndown a long smear a lone tear sliding towards the hell hungering in my soul […]
so muchemphasisput onarbitrarytickinga franticneedto quantifyall ofexistencein secondsputtingtime firstinsteadof livingrushingnowhereto donothingin atimelymanner i measurethe passage oftimeini love yousand babyi willlive foreverloving you
i never did become the person i had planned on turning into left a string of cadavers in culdesacs across the divided states hollowed out vaguely human pinatas hung from every lantern hook in crawling distance from a home that was another rusted cage all in hopes once i finally finished shedding my scales a […]
i come from along line ofstubborn suicidalsmiserable bastardsthat drowntheir depressionsin drugsor boozea long line ofbroad shoulderedsilent sufferersthat would ratherchoke on the wordsthan askanyone everfor helptheir brilliancesquandered bya sea ofintoxicantslost in a hazeof blue smokeone foottiredly placedin front ofthe otherwhile softlylamentinga life of lies i come froma long line ofstubborn suicidalsbroad shoulderedbrilliant disastersthat never quitelived up […]
my father could fix any machine set in front of him his mind was made for disassambly able to keep all the pieces in order seeking the flaw when he was done it worked better than it had originally he got his start through necessity repairing the old washing machines at the laundromat his mother […]
i woke stared up at the ceiling listened carefully to the world outside silence except for the occasional coffee can exhaust rumbling in the night i whispered my love into the dark and slept i woke heart hammering stared up at the ceiling breathing to calm the thunder in my chest i whispered my love […]
lost track of miles ticked the odometer in my chest rolled over long ago i can remember every cemetery but the towns blur into a pastiche of rockwell on bad acid with hunter s gruesome parodies that only exist in the locked chambers in my skull hidden secret doors behind candlelit paintings of my favorite […]
today i feel quite small surrounded by giants i stand in their footprints large enough to contain my entire world my voice a simple squeaking in the cacophony of voices yelling to be heard my mouth is wired shut but my eyes say everything fluttering lashes loving you as the clambering hoardes swallow my unspoken […]
i would ratherwatch the worldburn to ashwith youby my sidethan spend aneternityin paradiseunable to see yourbeautiful soul
Dark Carnival is out now. I got to work side by side with my good friend Eleanor Merry at Macabre Ladies. We started with 120 stories and managed to whittle it down to the 13 amazing tales included. This collection of dark tales is not exactly what you may suspect, it goes different places than […]
the miles tick offas the trees becomea blur on the side ofthe same highway thatbisects my longingand my sorrowfulfeeling of never beingenough the record skipsthe repeated refrainscreamsthere’s no big bangjust a big mess i used to dreamwhen i was littleand lifeheld the promises ofunexplored ruinsbut you never trulyleave your homeno matter whereyou end upthe scars […]
the screenpixelatesfaces are transposeddialogue stuttersas canned laughterwarblesi sittransfixedas this glimpseinto hellis unfoldingexerting itselfinto realitythe windacting as adivinationof distorteddreamterrorsvoices rageon multipleregisterssanity beginsto fracturei seek thehidden meaningthe unholytreatisein the scrambledscenes thatdraw howlsfrom the freshlycaptured audiencedamned soulsbegging for releasetormented byreruns thatnever rannot in thisbiting satireof demonicpossessionthe sheerabsurdity ofrandom tortureas projectedthrough electric eyes
the rivers arefloodingthe roads aresubmergedi sitmy car upon the racknew tiresnew brakesthe clang ofdropped toolsthe rumbleof thunderdark skiesover the well litgaragei sittalking tosome guywho works fora company namedafter a fruitthat drivesoperating acamera rigto better mapthe cityhis thickaccentmakes me smileas the rainstreams downthe windowthe city isdrowningtoo darkto properly mapso we sitexchangingsmall talkreally notsaying anythingat allwaiting foreither […]
i saw a pair of high heels on the side of the road as i drove this morning remembering the night downtown where we stopped every couple blocks to kiss on darkened side streets it took an hour and a half to go twenty miles you smelled like citrus your lips tasted like candy with […]
this moment between storms where the air is thick with unshed tears a pressure squeezing tightly a world on the verge of deflation a sense of elation that this mockery is teetering i long to collapse fall into you forget the languishing dismay that circles a swarm of tiny flies biting the soft underside of […]
i feel disconnected dismissed dismissive disenfranchised disingenuous disliked disliked disliked . hated . the ceiling holds no answers anxiety has me by the balls squeezing whispering naughty thoughts it isn’t paranoia if you are out to get youself . dissolved in my own discourse discussing disparities distinterested in donning disambiguous distresses . i feel disembodied […]
i am a dam at the verge of collapse creaking timbers unable to hold back frigid sorrow a dam damned by his own lack of significance waiting for the tears to drown him
the gray skies a reflection of my own dead eyes i am nothing an umbrella upside down floating as it fills up with rainwater in the overflowing trash lined gutters of home town daydreams turned haunted sepulchre
i collect the husks of my own dead dreams spread them across the floor so every step is a reminder of how i will never see them come to fruition. i have tried so hard every day yet all there is surrounding me is the nothing i deserve screaming unheard into the echo chamber cultivated […]
there is a bitter pill lodged in the back of my throat thunder woke me shaking the room every hour on the hour brainquakes shiver a nine point eight on the please just fucking end it scale wishing for the sleep that never blankets me wishing for a change in my status woe begging the […]
on dew dappled moonbeams i write in a shirt with sylvia smiling the rusted clang of once singing golden bells hangs a funeral pall clinging to the abstract obscurities wrapped around my deadened limbs i cry softly into the sparrow wings to soar from tree to tree an emu emulating the rancorous remembrance of the […]
the olive oil bubbles the onions grow translucent the garlic dissolves the sofrito suffused in liquid amber tomatoes both chopped and pasted salt to cut the acidity pepper to awaken the tongue water bubbles salty as the mediterranean the noodles dance spasmodically a slightly uncooked core to finish in the collandee freshly grated parmesan drifting […]
a chemical taste acrid and aloof of ozone and cyanide dripping down insipid incisors mauling molars is this anxiety plucking at the painstrings carefully wound around my tender inescapable mind a lyre played by a liar lying down on the job letting down everyone that ever loved a sentient sack of agonies better people have […]
draped in gossamer filaments (a scent of citrus tickles the scurvy in threadworn ideations) tangled in dreadful damnation (staring directly into the eclipse shadows in duality waver daintily in combustible optic disaster) as i fall tumbling ever faster no heaven above no hell below. somedays i forget how to breathe choking on my intimate dismalities.
i am the drip never the elegant ripple a spot on the face of the sun my flame a cool cast of soulscatter burning up upon re-entry no i am the drip disrupting the placid surface never the ripple in elegant waves
it began last night a wave of dissonance i tried to ignore a flutter rushing along my brittle surrender a warping swept along my tired the iron bands tightening now the world exists in static bursts nettles flaring from stem to stern and all i want is to lay my head on your lap and […]
i hereby disavow myself of the previous forced engagement between myself and gravity through the power of disbelief from here on forevermore into perpetuity i shall float ~ it isn’t a decision i have come to lightly; it was debated evaded degraded reinstated and still i found myself subjugated to an agreement i, in no […]
helioscopic rays sizzling across the petulant ache as miniscule miseries ride shotgun on the schismatics in the deepest of sublevels buried beneath layers of rambunctious denials my tongue is numbed incapable of tasting deafened blinded a senseless waste with the ambivalent stare of a discarded sex doll collecting dust in the back of a skeleton […]
i wokeyour name onmy tongueyour voicelovinglywhisperingthrough thehaze of sleepclinging tomy fog filledmind*driftingon a cloudunable tofully shakethe dreamlikecoating ofetherealwonder makingmy heart swellat your mereexistence*somewherebetween thebirdsongand splatterhiss of thecoffee brewingi existlost in thisdreamhazewhere thewaking worldand thoughtsof youwar inpredawn promises
an ache a subtle swirling discomfort crossing my jaw tracing tentative painblossoms to arc throughout my ugliness lavender stars incidental supernovas lashing waves of lethargic expostulation in grimaced refractions on these days the hollowness is filled with echoed cries lost in the nooks and crannies of a singularly lost lamentation evoking agonized loneliness as the […]
drag the waters of my tepid insignificance cast your nets along with your petty dispersions to tredge the depths of sorrowful indignation for i am nothing but a dark speck on the unblinking eye of eternity a spectre where once a man stood beaten down by his own scattered dreamashes colored in shades of tortured […]
i dip my toesinto the surfaceof the sun(moltenmiseries meltingthe flesh frombone)the speakersare blowntinny distortionas the worldis filled withslivers ofpain(shootingstars race acrossthe negativespacebetween dazzlingdisplaysof absences)ensconced insilencethe vacuum ofspace between(irrationalheartsputters)razor lineseradicate theignobleindifferenceshown from thecelestialmisnomers/i am the ghostof the oak treeleft to hauntthe seeds thatlitter the forestfloor/(untouchedby the callousnessof the pulsatingstarshines) i dipmy body of sininto the milky […]
Panic Room Radio will have the Fool on to discuss poetry, something he clearly has no grasp on and the new chapbooks available on Potter’s Grove Press store which reminds me i have two new chapbooks available on Potter’s Grove Press store. (un)collected vol 1 and 2. the exclusives page has them both and one […]
it is nearly summer but the touch of winter clings to my woe encrusted emptiness too much rain blotting out the needed rays drenching my hollowboned laissez faire with hints of cloven despair the beavers in my cavernous skull have dammed the streaming weapons of vernacular warfare techniques leaving a fool sputtering as he drowns […]
the teeth of the gears dreary rusted shark toothed in dire need of replacement the chain slips as i fall back into the cicadian rhythms of fourteen years in solitude an overhaul clean regrease release back into a constant state of bewildered misunderstanding beneath the ice there is gravel but the lack of traction makes […]
i lay waiting for the birds to wake up a signal of sorts that i have stared up into nothingness for the human alotted time the first three notes trumpeted on repeat tell me it is nearly six how many times have i frantically sent my love waiting for the birds to release me from […]
they say imitation is the most sincere form of flattery which is honestly absolutely bullshit with imitation you have two clear paths you embarrass yourself by showing off your own shortcomings or you create a work that transcends whatever was your inspiration while i have not been all around the world i have been around […]
the cars sit an angry centipede trapped in fury along the gigantic concrete over pass moving incrementally forward by inches stuck in the rain watching a city caught in the storm ever creeping closer i can’t see the accident that dreadfully impedes the gray afternoon just the tailights in front and the headlights behind me […]
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