again the skies threaten rain while i luxuriate in despondency well aware the entire globe despises me with an irrationality bordering dangerously close to exactly what i likely deserve the parts of me still remembering what it was to be a glimmering star now a reduction of malignant loss cascading sparks over the tinder of […]

there arethirteen stepsthirteen loopsin the artof tyinga hangman’s noose the sky opened uppissing rain as ifthe world was justthe floor of agas station bathroomi stood in itflagging down thetwo truck driverthat was onlythree hours latecalled when thr skieswere just threateningnow we are both soakedgiving one anotherthe old angry side eye thirteen stepsthirteen loopssimple in designnearly […]

a tertiary blemish ignored unless necessary then immediately tossed back to the side an insipid growth with spindly hairs best left in the dark ancillary to the main plot easily overshadowed by any other distraction any other possible distraction textbook definition of unimportance not by design but by the apathy of those who always come […]

he is an amateur photographer taking snapshots of beauty highlighting simple perfections forgotten behind the flashes they smile for the camera eventually ignoring the invisible man who is never in the frame no one notices the loneliness of the photographer relegated to being just a spectator unimportant except for the constant encouragement in which he […]

rainbows never smile the prismatic effect pulls the corners down towards the horizon leaving the spectrum bathed in an incomprehensible sadness as the light splits the gray thunderhead errant rays of sun stab at the cityscape as it settles in a fugue of dismally decadent dismay while the banded frown stretches cold fingers in a […]

i take the stairs if given a choice i drive all day and the exercise helps keep the dire depression to only barely choking the light from my insolent ocular stare i do like the clear elevators though and today was faced with the choice between health and watching the cables with a heavy heart […]

fog drifts obscuring the road as the sky is a yellowish gray somewhere above the clouds have settled far too low wispy condensation grasping at the asphalt scars leaving everything trapped in a haze of vague dreamfuckery suffocating the city with a sense of wild abandon

a sterility of silence tends to blanket my bedroom a hushed reverence in this darkened crypt a low rumble perhaps a plane or thunder from the clouds blowing in from the east the rains have been frequent over the last year, give or take but summer turned harsh as the ground thirsts for a much […]

one of my biggest pastimes besides staring at the ceiling is sitting in parking lots between calls watching the birds i am no amateur ornithologist just a fool longing to fly to feel weightless (un)encumbered by this heaviness able to stride adrift on the currents my wings and that compass in my skull guiding me […]

the fools say the sun always rises to banish the dark burning away the sorrows that linger on the breath of yesterday i sit alone waiting for the light to engulf me in cleansing flame and all i feel is the frigidity bone deep soul stuttering shocks of cold as if it shines everywhere but […]

i amso very tiredbut i knowthroughoutthe span ofan eveningwaking withher nameon my lips staring intothe darknesswishing foranother minutein dreamwhere her lipsare close enoughto taste instead of thehours layingawake tryingto sleepcursing my owninsomnial musings i am justso very tiredof waking tothe mockingceiling above so very tiredyet awarethat tonightwill be theexact same at threei will sendfrantic kissesbegging […]

i don’t want to rot away in a silk lined box buried deep in the ground as chemicals flood my body my guts in a bag my heart weighed and tagged separate from the cave it called home sweet home away from her name as the constant beating engraved it into the bone that once […]

the weightless weightiness being draped in otherworldly feathery growths a speck of pepper in the drooping eye of divinity rainbows spasm from the prismatic corpse heart encased in amber at the center of universal inequity as acid pours down from the jagged scar torn along the seamless orbital facade corneas float detached jellyfish riding ocular […]

the road has too much fucking turbulence today for my liking the cars are all too close drifting over the dotted lines i want to go too fast the windows are down and the stereo is too loud but i don’t have it in me to care the turbulence that fucking shaking the wobble of […]

as i sit here ignoring the voice of anxiety as it tries to talk me out of going to the laundromat drumming my fingers on the coffeeless table trying to convince myself that it is only forty five measly minutes sitting in the car as the clothes spin forty five minutes i put off until […]

someone needs to write a self help book for those of us that can’t seem to help ourselves one that tells us it is perfectly okay to not be anywhere close to okay that it is alright to be locked up with anxiety and sorrow because sometimes we are going to be incapable of anything […]

only those that imitate consider it The highest form of flattery those that actually create are too busy making something new

history always repeats itself and no matter how deep the scars the lessons learned evaporate as we spin again and again and again ad nauseam if i have learned anything from my past it is that it feels just as bad in the present we are moths watching as our brethren burn to cinders thinking […]

i keep starting then stopping things nothing can keep my interest anxious mind racing a hundred million ideas flowing none of them tangible just my heartbeat three inches from my chest a series of started books shows movies half listened to albums and a pervasive sense of dread rotating through the same circular obsessions all […]

his mouth a scar splitting beneath empty eyes thickly mustached a bear headed towards hibernation broken teeth rocks jutting sharply to tear the hull from nighttime cruises there is a fragility to the pitted iron keeping his frail form neatly erect yet at the same instant on the verge of collapse the scar puckers drools […]

death stopped by to have coffee with me this morning we sat silently the steam coalesced in his empty sockets as we waited for the sun to rise and the sparrows to playfully hop while chirping a sweet morning affirmation death isn’t a big talker his billowing robes flow around his skeletal frame a thundercloud […]

walking along the water’s edge barefeet sliding on moss covered rocks as the waves rhythmically lap sending a spray of warm water onto my legs i am still apart of the land around me the breeze in my veins the salt from my soul crusts onto the sunbaked stones the waves glint a thousand gems […]

i stared at the person walking towards me not realizing it was my reflection on the windows of the bland building on the corner of nowhere and here i get confused because the person is not the same person i see my dysmorphic perceptions at odds with the image strolling i need to try and […]

this is no life just a sundry collection of sanguine sorrows blowing as leaves shed after summer’s disinterest barbs that catch tearing graying flesh spraying poisonous fumes slowly killing off the best of the worst until the shambling corpse of future aspirations aspirates into the fugue leaving intangible trails muddy footprints of disambiguous ambulation trod […]

through fits of broken sleep as blood rained down hard thick scabs falling coagulated hail wetly thudding off the cars triggering the wailing alarms theft deterrents in a world of coveted dreamshit i snatch moments of silence between thunderclaps the storm raging between my ears as the ceiling appears indifferent to my state of destitute […]

making sense of this senselessness requires either an extreme leap of faith or utter stupidity the difference between the two escapes me moldering under the weight of seeking purpose defiantly decrying sacrificial lambs marching forward to feed the insatiable bellies of godlings and liars lemmings don’t race off of cliffs in mass suicidal benedictions no […]

my smile slid off i sat relatively dumbfounded as it slipped from my cheeks i watched as it just blew away i sat there watching it flop about in the breeze but i couldn’t summon the energy to go and chase after the foolish thing it will come back it always does eventually until then […]

i have been craving ice cream for the last two weeks i won’t get any my brain is well aware that frivolous purchases are illegal but that doesn’t stop the goddamned electrified gelatin from constantly reminding me how good it would be to have ice cream soon it will infect my poetry these thoughts of […]

the car outside has a terrible squeak a bearing likely screaming out orangish red from a lack of grease causing dissent in the other tightly packed bearings slowly degrading the immaculate silence of a thursday morn i look out onto a world of static gray an immense heaviness draping the houses the incessant whine from […]

wasps covered the screenas i opened the blindsto welcome the sunrisea mass of twitching wingsand segmented eyes glaringperhaps seeking the warmthpermeating the glass doorto escape the chill morningas autumn embraces the land i watchedhthe writhing swarmas it blocked outthe lightjaw agapewondering ifthis was a nightmareand i still sleptperhaps the nightspent staringat the ceilingwas a dreamor […]

i have been stumbling through a maze of unmarked one way corridors for as long as i can remember dutifully chasing treasure but only ever finding enough to barely survive following the dangling carrot on the bouncing stick that draws no closer as the whip strikes thick scars driving me onward until i am so […]

the scenery flashes trees lose singularity becoming solid waves of gray speeding past me the world is a blur as i sit still contemplating the next nove as i dart in and out of the mass of traffic i lose track of time as the miles tick on entire swaths of land blink past and […]

i am done with social media it lends an air of false importance and life has shown me again and again when it comes to importance i have none i am barely a wisp with no solidity a third rate ghost haunting negative space scribbling poems choking on words best left unsaid

woke up findsorrows sewn ontomy eyelidsthe city is trappedin raging seaof unshed tearsgrasping and tearingat the lingeringashes of dreamas the floods racedown the filthy streetsor down my faceimpossible to tellthe differenceas this fogbank ofsultry dismaychokes the lifefrom the sparrowscircling my impending doomthis parking lotturned swamplandlooks exactly the sameas every otherdespair filled pitlighting oars on fireto […]

tiny creatures dart across my peripheral ephemeral things i cannot quite force my eyes to focus on are they faeries or simply motes of dead skin drifting angels skimming the miseries off my pounding skull or demons seeking soft bits to poke i sit perfectly still watching without seeing patiently hoping to catch a glimpse […]

the moon is shy tonight tucked away in a blanket of clouds i understand how it feels embarrassed at only reflecting the sun’s glow cold and void pulling at the waves with an invisible longing i lay in bed tucked away beneath a thin sheet lackluster with nothing to reflect but these thoughts the ceiling […]

outside a bird is stuck one note rings loudly over and again a cry a whistle or a squawk i cannot tell i dressed and crept along the buildings seeking the source of the awful commotion fearing it was badly injured then i saw it sitting on a branch so small yet so very loud […]

peel me like an old orange dessicated in its rind tear me apart to solemnly suckle the last drops of acidic tang the sweetness long since gone rancid before the maggots consume my heart misshapen beneath the leathery flesh left forgotten on the sill the last listless kiss of summer before the fall swallows me […]

it has been forty five minutes since i dropped the kids off and i can feel the steel bands tightening again there is something unsettling about legitimate depressionary response i cannot tell myself that it isn’t real this mudslide sopping up huge swaths of land from beneath each tentative step after so long tapdancing through […]

i long to drape myself in the robes of forgetfulness to sip from a chalice of sparkling lethe and let the past fade from the hollow honeycomb of my mind oh to see these puckered scars with no memory of how they formed the tectonic shift of innocence taken too soon the rusted hooks paining […]

my forearms strain as i navigate the loops of this insomnial chain pulling myself ever closer to madness one sleepless night after another cycling the trash from my cluttered brain in manic prayers frantically whispered to the shapes coalescing on the shadowed ceiling long past the need for dreamfilled sleep falling between thoughts to hover […]

the desert shines in my eyes like the vacant gaze of a godling unfazed by the myriad of miseries consumed by the perdition burning deep inside harsh yellow light the glaring eye of a merciless star as close to divinity that a cosmic mistake a symphony of insidious self indulgences that know only how to […]

i scatter the remains of dreams held tightly across the ground in shards of colored gravel to remind me nothing is ever truly lost even as the memory of hopeful intent lingers the future dies in each furtive breath exhaled in past tense so i give every beat of my emaciated heart to you in […]

i am a lost soul an avant gardener sowing seeds of succulent depression blossoms of vibrant purples and grays that drip milk like poppies with an extra kick of madness i am a protector an avant gardian angel shielding my loved ones behind tar black wings a briar thorn crown of cluster headaches keeping happy […]

it was the perfect storm except that it was in my chest anxiety turned into panic and as i lay trying to breathe my heart beat me on repeat through the thin sheet i went through every interaction i had with anyone trying to find the source pushing my heart to attack me sleeplessly laying […]

i feel elliptical in solipsistic waves there is no truth except in knowing ourselves all else is potentially a construct created to explain the chaos inherent we are birthed from a fast sperm and a receptive egg hoisted from the embrace of nonexistence screaming and red faced and from then on crawl inexplicably back to […]

i keep drawing spirals anxiety channeling my inner junji ito my manic madness spinning sketching spirals inside of spirals growing dizzy yet unable to stop like my thoughts blazing across the tinder of my rain starved mind waiting for the next disaster to pummel this fragile house of cards the scratching of pencil against the […]

i connect the stars with fishing line creating a net to elucidate this feral longing clawing at the back of my throat carefully knitting a tapestry from the open mouths of dying poets screaming hoarse curses into the setting sun grasping at the bars of enforced solitude while salvation stays just out of reach behind […]

in a fit of sleeplessness i slowly began a dissection of every scrap every morsel of this charade the neighbor revs the engine loudly greeting the sun a cockless rooster mechanically crowing shaking the walls sending ripples on the ebon percolation i stir the coffee mindlessly tired tiredly mindless pointedly circular with poor circulation unoxygenated […]

the crows outside the in-and-out have grown fat ignoring the berries on the branches turning their beaks up at the scattered seeds they sit watching every transaction waiting for the fleshies to drop a fry sipping water from the cracked concrete preparing their palate for deep fried joy and i sit at the gas station […]

on those rare occasions when the coffee is just cool enough to sip the sparrows flit out on the porch and the storms seem a million miles away i seek to encase the soft moments of peace in amber as reminders that not everything is a precursor to the end of existence. little do i […]

when i read too muchbukowskii find myselfgrowing surlyas if infectedby his grumpiness. he painted the worldin red wine strokesthat bled anypreconceptionsfrom the tatteredfabric of reality. he never sugar coatedthe hell of livingfocusing insteadon the hairy moleon the chinsof the whores thatdrank his beerand stole his heart. chain smokingwhile banging the keyshalf cockedand over fullof persnickety […]

i dislike the silence it is cloying sucking the life from my soul the only thing i dislike more is the incessant chatter of other people like me that cannot stand the silence so maybe it isn’t the quiet so much that i really dislike just the lack actual conversation that is grinding my patience […]

i sat alone in a dimly lit lecture hall indistinct faces watching as i nervously leafed through pages covered in scribbles i couldn’t quite translate to words the faceless ones murmured discontent as i tried to read the words that swam in front of my disbelieving confusional gaze shadows stood barking angry questions demanding answers […]

i am the cause of my miseries and there is something indefinable knowing this simple truth a sorrow that wells blood from an open wound to slowly drown the last vestiges of happiness from this raisin soul. i am negativity in a photo surrealist piece of avant garde suicideaology. spitting curses in self directed malaise […]

it took a month before they found brautigan’s body he killed himself in september but wasn’t discovered until late october he had grown depressed reclusive despondent still writing but unwilling or unable to escape the dark i wonder how long it will take them to find mine if brautigan was a well known writer and […]

an affluence of perturbations keeps my flesh vessel carefully taut with the random enumerations of uncontrolled anxiety vile thoughts orbit my satellite skull eclipsing the sun in regular intervals sluicing shadows where once there were none carefully combing through my inadequacies with oversized tweezers to pluck hearty lies from glimmers of truth leaving swollen pores […]

haunted by mannequins dream marionettes that chatter in heartspun dessications as marble eyes blankly reflect the desert of misplaced emotional investments drooling ashen remorse over quivering lips a mudslide of lovelorn letters unrealized as culpable disinterest is lavished in the emptiness of a fleeting lover’s gaze a faulty valve leaking pulmonary misbelief dripping blackened sludge […]

the days grow shorter as the reciprocation of sunshine grows faint i am no flower carefully tended to kissed by the light in a bed of softly whispered fevered passions just another weed given the same curt attention desperate to stand out but left wilted as the effusion is diluted among the parasitic growths sitting […]

occasionally when i write it is warnings to a potential me one unburdened by the rusted chains of depression i send missives into the chaos as warnings to these cast off other versions that read them in fevered dreams from which they wake covered in sweat panic racing as they reach over to feel the […]

a rancid stench fluctuating this effluvium of the corpse of childhood abandon the last wafting notes motes of spore from youth gone sour sweat streaked instabilities a haze of degrading hormonal rescindency bleaching promises shells long discarded in cardboard boxes far from the kiss of the turbulent seas a pollution of greasy rancidness effluvium dripping […]

the aether shakes as a wellspring of irradiated insolence erupts into being as these thoughts of self insignificance flood the banks with the silence of thought i exhale sorrows as every inhalation levies an iruption of anxieties and loathing shimmering the webs crisscrossing my mind there is a spider sitting perched in the dark of […]

my errant thoughts keys tied haphazardly to kite strings sent afloat among the thunderclouds always brewing within the hollow bone confines of my skull each strike sending joules coarsing igniting a whirling dervish of lavender sparks and sometimes when my balance is just right i ride along the discharge tracing stories from the chaos of […]

an incessant buzzing a mask of angry tarantula wasps stinging an endless assault of anxiety screaming i have lost track in the needles which is happening which is metaphorical i wonder draped in miseries a whore in my finest rags is this hell this incessant throb a dull ache that has only truly dulled my […]

the moon has a hollow cast as it stares down morosely at the sea pockmarked sorrow in wan yellow dismay over churning ebon desperate to reflect the shimmering orb unaware of sullen lunar malaise knowing only the tug of gravitational haze a puppet with gossamer strings flailing spasmodically on melancholic currents

i pen these thoughts to make them real enough to be ignored much the same as how the world turns its blind eye towards the heartmash of agonies that scar my face and body i cannot taste nor smell yet i unwittingly find i am forced to endure the nagging stings of my own neverending […]

reality is known for its rampant intrusion disrupting the insular delusions cast by my own imbalanced perch at the precipice of hell as etched into my soul lady depression loves to run her fingers down my aching tender in these moments of my own desperate sorrows making painblossoms bloom over every suicidal daydream she whispers […]

inside out speeding full force into a wall a ragged smear of regurgitated bile dripping on the freshly scrubbed linoleum of a hellish restroom at the ass end of this disambiguously disingenuous life every word uttered swallowed by silence my depression a constant reminder of the lives ruined for having crossed my black cat path […]

no matter how deep emotions may surge my countenance only tends to inspire the briefest cardial impermanence forever as counted in moments rather than years or months or days my taste carries the faintest hint of lethe so every passionate kiss is one more towards the eventual forgetting pulling me in ever father as they […]

i have tried picking at the rust colored scabs that dryly cling to my vacant soul but all that remains are flecks of dust veins gone empty brittle tubes with nothing more to drain a miscalculation of tepid coagulation leaving a statue to failure frozen in place. there is nothing of beauty nor of hope […]

centipedes scratching crawling down this blood flecked esophageal distress winding down along the bands of steel restricting oxygen to starving lungs subverting sanguine suffering on this sanity stricken sunday of miseries interjected with rabid self-inflicted sadism insects claw just beneath the sandpaper skin inflamed with sicknesses alternating from arabesque to regressed a culmination of mental […]

the edge of the blade traces tight upon skin gently slicing patterns carving ever deeper into musculature down to ivory bone to before the wounds have time to well with thick gouts of pulsing blackened blood which he catches carefully in bottles and jars into which he will dip the feathered quill deeply only to […]

for everyone that says misery loves company i seem to be miserable just fine on my own maybe it means we seek to bring others down to suffer along with us but that is awfully shitty and i can handle all the misery the world can muster silently suffering alone

each morning i wake more tired than the day before angry hornets buzz in my skull shaking my every thought until all i can think is how i long for eight more hours of simulated death driving to the the first call which is a never ending series of stupidities lazy people unwilling to work […]

the more i read the more i realize every great discovery is based off greed the great explorers searched for gold or trade routes from which they would acquire more gold philosophers peddled ideaologies for pennies more concerned about food in their bellies scientists seeking to turn lead into gold accidentally leading to discoveries they […]

transcendentalmass deviationfollowing the curve ofmadnessin incidentalrecursionsawkwardly into theheart of matters i forgetam i meor am ithe shadowof a dancingflameinnocuousand franticshimmeringfully dressedin nothingnessa broken prismplayingnightmares alongyour naked form only existingin palpitationsarhythmic by designflawed at the atomicboss level of decay a fading whistlerustling the last leafof summer’s distrustenigmatic rotto vanish inautumn’s embrace

the world melts into hypnagogic transience as i sit seeking her in the chaos above me swirls of obsidian a knife’s edge in shimmering oblivion sheers the heartstrings until the muscle hangs fractured in rapture wheezing machines bellow clouds of billowing night a thinkness of thought ensnared in rigorous denial falling into elliptical electron orbits […]

the window is coated in dust and the light flitering through seems to be aged lending a gravitas to the miserable day’s proceedings lying still as internally wars are waged my skull is the beaches as d day soldiers storm my battered unbattened hatches wheezing mustard gas nocturnes in three quarter time filtered over by […]

over the summer we had entire weeks now we have the weekends and they go so fast and it goes from empty to happy and snaps back to empty before any of us has a chance to breathe and suddenly i am alone and it is too fucking quiet to alone in this fucking head

there is an overflow from the weeping wound of meandering heartgasms a spillage seeping soundlessly from beneath the rotunda of trapezoidal painschism as a cool wind of stasis embraces the enigmatic spine of encumbered annoyances i wilt in a storm of ashes wishing one ember would ignite my weary frame

i wander lost seeking familiar faces but the skin is stretched deforming former friendships do humans molt like snakes shed themselves leave wan skinsleeves for new malevolent spirits to inhabit? it must be hard being friends with or goddess forbid falling in love with an unnatural disaster a shaken cocktail of chemically imbalanced bipolar surges […]

i lie still in the darkness a grub a maggot a caterpillar the blanket cocoon tightly wrapped as i struggle go find comfort i am a shadow the shadow of a shadow the reflection of the night sky from the heart of black hole i am an insignificant speck a squiggled line inside the eyelid […]

the room is lined with cathode ray sets tuned to dead static a million buzzing flies crawling inside a vacuum of light sifting through the chaotically ordered mediations of meditation as the tentacles rise from the murky depths a kaleidoscopic view into bubbling madness pinpricks dancing feverishly in disharmonic fits calling fervently in guttural moanings […]

standing beneath this yellowed sterility too brightly lit in the pungency of dawn ebon feathers swirl lazy circles spinning ever downward to block the sun in this semi-hysterical malaise of dismay lackadaisical hunters resting on the jutting ivory ribcage of euthanized dreamslurries swarms of biting flies drawn to the stench of honeyed words gone sour […]

her smile shivers in the shallows of heartspun wonder a sounding travelling into the silt and sand of my neritic soul phantom fingers trail in the miscast foam of viridescenct disambiguation sending spikey chills rippling waves of doubt egg shaped idioms distorting placid vistas beneath dying starlight in swarms of chalky misremembered mistakes muffled lunar […]

the sunlight drizzled syrupy and surreptitious in colorless saturation as i lay unmoving after a long night of unrest unfazed by the new phase of an old routine rerun the sands of time taken home beneath my eyelids to smooth the oblong lens sighing sightless sorrow as the sparrows trumpet another goddamn sunrise a sculpture […]

deep down inside there is an alveoli a pit so dark i fear it has never known the light scrapings of ink a whirling dervish of amniotic dismay tentacled with tiny voids in the place of suckers as the beak of a great beast calls a sinuous form sliding in the soulcurrents waves of pulsing […]

loneliness is pedagogical as much as there is to learn from others nothing teaches so poignantly searing words deep into blistered skin branding thoughts ever winding until every possibility each disparate branch has been searched poked and prodded leaving an expulsion organs draped flailing about like fish suddenly out of the water and incapable of […]

a faint shivering courses coarsely cursing in cursive down open palms where fingertips smolder like cones of opium incense intensely incensed retroaggressively progressed through recessionary recourse my heart is a sparrow hopping on bone a puffball of brown whistling an empty ode oafishly opining on indecent descents a canary island of mine fumes and fungus […]

there are moments when the chaos calms the random noise of a billion souls screaming inchoately quiets for a second the clock face stutters the hands shaking and it feels as if right at that instant the universe shows a defined path through the emptiness inherent in accidental existence i have been known to stare […]

the conrete barricadeslaid in uneven rowsjut out across the centerand i cannot followthe road is driving mefarther from herfarther from sane home is a just a hazyrecollection of painsi burn my fingerprintsacross the atlas of hope following out of stateplates as they fleethis present state of distressrepressed in the throesof driving into the sunor off […]

i carve crescent moons into doorways draw little suns in the dust on windowsills and trace comets down the walls of the hallway on my way to bed i see the stars in your eyes the swirling cosmos lacks your depth as sneak peaks a wobbly lensed hubble lost in the vacuum of space my […]