ever since i read the eyre affair i have wanted a pet dodo last night i dreamt we had a little farm where we grew vegetables had a pet alpaca and two dodos that waddled around one had green feathers the other lavender they weren’t great pets but they were ours and you looked lovely […]
our blood runs like the tides our feverish need the moon above she is my ebb and i her flow together we make the lands around us tremble our hearts thunder like a blacksmith’s hammer raining sparks from the white hot iron of our love our blood runs like the tides our feverish need the […]
had a message from the devil waiting for me to read yes a message from the devil sent to me another message from the devil written for me how the devil tries to plant her wicked seed i thought this devil was far behind me yet there she sat waiting to speak to me i […]
i change my cadence to fit my mood, my style to cover a lack of substance, my metaphors to fill the cracks sometimes the words drip like hallucinogenic honey tangential madness in small clusters or rapid fire brain sparks, dark marks, as i forget where it was going but the word play seems to ixnay […]
he fell one moment the ground was there the next nothing falling through the space between seconds into the cracks in the infernal machinery that grinds all bodies into perpetual entropy one moment you are here the next gone he fell into a mobius loop of illusionary grace to become one with nothing to become […]
anxious feeling in my guts gnawing at any sense of peace that may try and find purchase in the barren soil of soul wrenching torment all the king’s soldiers and all the king’s men couldn’t put the fool back into a semblance of normal again teetering at the brink of mental collapse like the stock […]
i root for the villains for the monsters for the creatures that crawl forth from the depths of hell itself they resonate to my broken mind more than the perfect hero with a million watt smile that gets the girl and the fame the darkness that fills my mind and soul can feel the pain […]
in the tempered spring of consciousness i float along the winding river of whimsical wonderings so far from dry land this abomination in quasi-human form, trembling uncontrollably, from nerves or exposure or a combination of both ethereal epidural patches that blossom with strident colours across the bare patches of mindless inconsistency longing for a dock […]
the fevered wound borders the sagging sky of howling infidelity infectious splinters of sharp pain induced nightmare trail markers greenish purple bruises swell beneath bloody leather skin a smile tempered with blooming insanity on sanguine lips
forever died in a tear soaked manifesto penned by shaking hands as the house burned to the ground around him with nary a sign of notice eternity another falsehood shouted by forked tongues to be banished to the edge of yesterday with the remains of misconstrued mumblings it is all fleeting the pain disappointment every […]
the crunch of glass beneath ire the clutch of grace though tired the crutch of hope uninspired the crux of love since retired her eyes carry the weight of longing concealed by the dusty spectre of time, her teeth gone to fang in which to tear the soft flesh of any foolish would be pursuer […]
my heart is a music box capable of playing the loveliest tune though i had thought the melody lost to time with gentle fingers you wound the spring with a faint clicking sound although rusty the music sings out again to fill the quiet night with song
you don’t realize how important things are until they stop working my head is unable to handle the sudden lack of hearing from my left side everything is too loud, as if it goes in the right side and just echoes and rattles within my skull i am having issues dealing with the constant pain, […]
two pillows in the small of his back a tight strip of leather with red stitching around his throat her smiling eyes and hungry mouth hovering in front of him one delicate hand gripped the collar pulling it tight as he leaned forward to meet her lips the world was an explosion of desperate needs […]
the wind howls as the sky flashes with jagged streaks of angry lightning the trees are bent nearly to breaking, incapable of fighting the tumultuous storm leaves fly like projectiles of destruction, as fat cold drops pummel the ground the clouds fight amongst each other, a mass of ill intent coalescing above the earth shakes […]
if this is delusion let me dream the skull melts like a candle, dripping down onto the floor on long runs if this is dream let me sleep the rose wilts in the case, longing for the bush outside the picturesque window if this is love let me be yours his eyes glisten with barely […]
sharing a meal on inherited dishes is like eating with all of the angry spirits of every fight around the dinner table her mother’s linen napkins taste of waxy lipstick and vodka and stale cigarettes every time i wipe my mouth it is like open mouth kissing a corpse
the saboteur hands grip the ivory pistol grip like a lover caressing the bare back of his heart’s desire the executioner stares with empty eyes at the well worn handle of his axe so lovingly sharpened red and black the blood pools under the strobing light of forever in succinct and succulent sprays time is […]
fake a smile ignore the pain this too shall pass, eat aspirin like candy aspiring to be somewhere on the border of more or less than what this is what is this heaven is closed for empty vessels like me, hell is concerned i’ll take over, purgatory is pack to the rafters with unbelievers and […]
i have taken so many wrong turns in my life it was only fitting i ended up confused and standing at my destination unaware i was finally there at all two wrongs don’t make a right but three lefts do as a leftie with a penchant for doing the wrong thing at the best possible […]
every car and truck on the highway today has had a brake light out a series of random events that seem to be interconnected it feels as if the universal current is aligned with my own my ear is out of commission on the same side as all these lights as if the left half […]
i was driving, mind elsewhere, auto-pilot behind the wheel i don’t get out of the city, not out out, but this morning was an hour out to the east i was watching the landscape, ponds and horses, cattle and verdant fields swaying under charcoal gray skies hypnotized daydreaming about her asking the universe for a […]
half my head is as normal as it gets the other half is packed with steel wool covered in fire ants bullet ants army ants devouring all in their path sharp instances of pain in the now deafened half world i exist in where everything is off balance i feel wobbly unsure semi-nauseated in uncomfortable […]
remember that time i packed up my shit and raced to texas with no thought as to the future just a burning need to be elsewhere before the somewhere i was burned me to a cinder keep it fresh in your head because i am shedding the things i don’t need and going even farther […]
every kiss is a lingering spirit upon my lips every tear still leaves it’s feel upon my cheeks every word ever spoken in love hovers along my tongue my arms feel the heat of every hug given in passionate embrace cast a seance cast away these foul memories with your love salt the earth so […]
she and i skirted around the edges of love like two well trained ballerinas on stage both knowing a single misstep and we would fall madly and irrevocably into the throes of passion i stumbled once or twice but her gaze locked on mine gave me the strength to dance on and as she was […]
my heart flutters like a hummingbird that found a secret stash of meth in a trailer park in rural arkansas my eardrum was blown out this afternoon my shoulder aches my head throbs but my mind is clearly focused on you
outer edges of the great cityscape is always kind of a surprise to this city boy all the amenities of the city but space i like noise, trains and traffic, dour faces and congestion, tall buildings staring down at me in disapproving ignorance it’s the space the bothers me like being trapped in my head […]
i feel nothing but respect for those of you that put your children first that raise them with love lessons turning little monsters into loving adults instilling respect reverence and reality into sponge-like minds you don’t get enough credit enough of a break enough of anything because you give freely even when it would be […]
lone palm tree planted for show haggard in the face of thriving oaks i see you i feel the same
i wish life were as easy as poetry sit down spend five minutes unloading your turmoil scribble your name move on to the next crisis
i turned my head as sleep still held my brain and blinked at the phone to see the time a momentary panic ensued as sleep addled brain misdeciphered digits and i leapt up only to see an hour before the alarm was supposed to sound mocking me from the charger my brain and i have […]
i found a scrap of paper by my infantile sketchings the word home written and underlined three times why and when i did it i don’t know but it is important or was or could be made me think of you
a lack of sleep a lack of you a lack of sense to sense the need for sleep when all i want is you manic and alone vibrating at the speed of desire times the thin membrane around my brain etched with your name i cut out the best pieces of myself and sketched in […]
let’s fall down the cliff together, let’s step into the open elevator shaft, let’s dive head first into a pool without water, we’ll wear floaties and dive dive dive i’ll teach you to swim, i will hold you up as an anchor holds me down, bobbing on the invisible waves of need, of shallow insecurities […]
it i ran Heck the place for people not quite evil enough for Hell all chocolate would taste like kale but only every third or fourth bite there would be chocolate cake every evening and mandatory oh, what’s that you like kale good the kale tastes like jellied eels cooked in raspberry jam
if i ran Heck the place for people not quite evil enough for Hell everyone’s phones would constantly vibrate as if they had just gotte a text. but only occasionally would they get a text. the first person to respond to a real text would get one year removed from their sentence. but they have […]
i would hate to see the number of words i have spilled seeking to write something lasting and pure when the most beautiful thing i have ever heard was her saying in a soft whisper i love you
the flares are bright red stars fallen to earth, they send strange prickling sensations across my skin if i look too long, i feel uncomfortable staring it reminds me of when we pulled up to the house as a child and the red and orange flames licked the sky in a sexual way i was […]
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step one find a reason step two actualize that reason step three curl up in a ball and wonder why the reason is so distant from reality, it’s only a few letters off, same page in the dictionary step four cling to that reason step five not too tight, or the reason will suffocate in […]
they painted the apartment buildings now when i look outside it is a different view it feels less like home than the home it hasn’t felt like for so long now i only like a handful of things anymore the rest is just extraneous filler until i can get my mind and heart united but […]
the rain mists gently blanketing the city in a malaise of unfathomable sorrow maybe he is projecting himself out into the aether but it is comforting to think the city weeps with him rather than weeping alone
my heart plays like a dusty record worn grooves too deep for the needle to pick up silent stretches in the midst of melody cracks and pops now embedded into the memory of song oh had you heard the once vibrant music play echoing along the corridors of yesterday a symphonic structure so full of […]
i don’t sleep like a baby no i sleep like a haunted house the restless sleep of spirits wandering of creaking doors of chains rattling long through the night i wake exhausted excited aroused engorged yet so tearfully alone in a queen sized bed made for a fool tangled up in sheets like a hangman’s […]
i always dreamt of hosting saturday night live the thrill of yelling live from new york it’s saturday night at the opening i would do a funny monologue about what an honor it is to be hosting the show while the band smiles behind me and nods the rapid changes of clothes, my bald head […]
occasionally i look at my driver’s license just to remind myself i am really real i see that bald head and frown thinking maybe he was the dream and i am someone else far from here coincidentally he and i share a birthday but he never gets me a gift
i had been watching him for days, his beady eyes and think lips always stretched into an angry line on his weak chinned face to say i disliked him is akin to saying pompeii was warm in the year seventy nine, or that water is slightly wet to the touch he smiled and waved to […]
one day i won’t find myself watching squirrels run around doing squirrelly things today is not that day thank god for that when i was kid my grandma had a squirrel in the front yard with a deformed front paw we named him rocky excuse the lack of originality and possible copywrite infringement he would […]
the main issue with having dream become reality is the uncertainty of the world around you the margins are mobile, the colors seem to ignore the lines, definitions become defeatist delineation yet the ache remains, from temple to the top of the skull as the clouds threaten rain the pollen and pollution coat the tongue […]
the security guard couldn’t find my name in the book of contractors he kept eyeballing me up and down my tools were particularly menacing as my nefarious scheme to loosen all the screws and bolts in the building in an effort to take the law into my hands piece by piece brick by brick until […]
dressed in head to toe gray and red today not sure the image i am presenting dour storm or bloody fool but my boxers are purple so somewhere beneath it all there is a tinge of royal hidden from the world between that and the ink soaked into scars i look like jackson pollack’s least […]
a pellet appellate the grains of truth slide through the cracks in the facade of justice until it is just us blindfolded with uneven scales scaling the edge of stock photo incidentals scaly skin flaking away into the abyss of ever more ever sore from gripping obsidian glass blood flecked forever for whatever ever sore […]
i’ve played devil’s advocate for so long but does the devil ever advocate me it’s one way i played the dutiful lover the loyal friend the rapscallion the jester it’s my way the wind howls a lonesome song down the valley of my mind, whispering through the rustling leaves, a choir for one but this […]
i tend to write my insipid odes any and every where in the car on the highway going too fast empty park benches waiting rooms offices churches today i was in the middle of a repair and stopped and wrote one the lady seemed confused asked what was wrong i smiled sadly it never stops […]
it is like molten lava rainbow sherbet dripped down satin sandpaper and raked across the ocular nerve or transmission fluid smoothies with rancid peach pits floating on a sea of oil spills cascading down the back of a pelican koala bearannaise coating the grill of a fifty six cadillac cruising on broken glass before jumping […]
can you feel my eyes burning across the seas can you feel my heart beating slowly spelling out your name it thunders threatening to shatter my ribs they burn with a fire that will burn away the past leaving only us
if i paid for two hours at a meter i most certainly will drift along the sidewalks watching people for the entirety of the time when i first moved to dallas i was underwhelmed with downtown, another snobby yankee in the deep south but now as i find my time drawing to a close on […]
she is like scrubbing bubbles on my brain stem, little flickers of ecstacy all along my spine erasing the poor self image cultivated over years of insecurities secured in a lockbox could i be who she sees, the man she believes in after years of tears and feeling like a blotch how did i fool […]
i believe in you it’s me that i have trouble realizing half masked phantom of my own dreamscape cloaked to hide in shadows you are real while i am fabricated from the scattered scraps of cloth blown against the cyclone fence
would you settle for a set list, a list of intentions, directions, suggestions demonstrating the demonic nature of being raised in hell yet seeking heavenly comfort this purgatorical sentience leads to a sentence with no pretext, no grammarian essential steps all i have is good intentions, mind retentions, and misapprehensions that lead to a bubble […]
didn’t wake up as much as dashed from bed this morning mind already racing fixated laser focus coffee made clothes laid out night before prepared fully dressed coffeed foot bouncing staring at clock thinking thinking thinking is this what the song meant just another manic monday must i walk like an ancient egyptian back stooped […]
the car sits forlorn in the parking lot thinking about the miles it hasn’t gotten to run the full belly of fuel slowly evaporating as the fool walks what kind of world do we live in where people walk past their cars and hoof it to their destinations not this one but it might be […]
1) walk 2) reach out to a friend 3) listen to music 4) construct a new galaxy inside your mind. slowly populate it with new forms of life. you are the creator. make them do whatever you want. floods. volcanos. 1) avoid traffic while walking 4) scratch that. the power will go to your head […]
one day i hope to have enough books out that they get translated into different languages but then i wonder what if in a past life i pissed off the translator and he purposefully mistranslates certain passages or the words i use are untranslatable then the book become just another piece of wax fruit sitting […]
staring into a broken mirror gives a more accurate reflection of what i look like than staring into a pristine one but none as good as the reflection in the river constantly moving the person staring back changes by the millisecond
photo by me
fell asleep to thoughts of you that became dreams of you that became waking up to the sound of your voice in a way i am unable to differentiate dream from waking waking from falling blissfully asleep what a strange sensation never knowing not caring as bleed over becomes one set of wonder to another […]
stale air through the recirculator, the filter filled with red dust, makes for labored breathing even in low gravity and leaves a taste in your mouth like old pennies it was a one way trip, everyone knew that to be the case even if it wasn’t explicitly stated in the manifest no one really bother […]
to be honest she never asked to be the woman of my dreams but if you could have seen the smile on her face when i told her she was you’d understand exactly why it is true
sketching and failing with the same level of intensity a five year old feels much the same output as well my hands are like hammers but lack the precision of twenty pound sledges when it comes to art and that goddamned squirrel just watches me with a knowing grin on it’s smug little rodent face […]
the hull sweats a distinctly uncomfortable sensation as darkness permeates the world going deeper deeper into the darkness fathoms fall away as life turns strange bioluminescent lures bobbing blind beasts feeding by taste on invisible currents in frigid waters ancient beasts unseen by man swim in a ballet as creaking metal squeals death is always […]
i was hurt so i would recognize what it means to be healed. i was torn apart so you could teach me what it is to be whole. i was given these trials so i could appreciate all that you are. every ounce of blood. every single tear. they were shed so once i finally […]
i fell into the spiralling arm ever inward ever sinking slowly into the surface the world began to coalesce into a sugary nothing as i found myself deeper eventually my feet found purchase in the soft and flaky surface ethereal cinnamon scented slicks pulled me farther into this new reality this mini-milky way that now […]
just below the craggy rocks lie the bodies of all who failed to reach the summit at the peak tattered flags fly in the never ending wind me i just sit at the bottom and write about the fools with something to prove holding a flag to the fan and sipping coffee
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
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