long are the nights
for the ones who will long
for the things they don’t need
more than the prospect of
life itself
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 6:43 PM UTC
Jump from a bridge into a stream
High up in view: the dark sky spinning
Cannot shake my binding roots
Fixed until they are fully torn
A shielded stranger keeps still
Indifference being the function
Minding my own as my body knots
And my torso turns to wood
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 8:22 PM UTC
you take a stride with effervescence
exuding an unbridled wanderlust
can you teach me to live blissful amongst strangers?
still in the moments free of derivations
as if i'm not a passenger
set in motion by accident
laugh or smile or shrug it nonchalant
brisk against us, not yet looped around us
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 8:15 PM UTC
the past is a dream that comes back,
in the waning moments
in the sloping seconds
taking all images with them
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
The years impending
A belt pulled tightly
Grasping for life
Visible from the box
Reach from inside
Slips through palms
An enticing fog
Ubiquitous within
More siloliquy
than substance
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
ride past the afterglow
then out the pasture
beige fields on both sides
shrug out of it
drift toward the crossroads
as lights provoke vigilance
halt in a metallic mess
punctured in performance
with no nirvana to speak of
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
She said,
you're smart
generous
kind
and brave
So I lived as a pontificated adjective
He said,
you can be anything
do anything
make a difference
So I wrote about helping the less fortunate
They said,
you can live in the garden
bask in the infinite
taste the fruits of eternity
But i'm already bored of the sweetness
You can believe in something in the face of nothing
choose whatever
you choose
like you
know you
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
"I mean no harm"
Thus spoke Zarathustra
last night on the phone
when I was open with ya
chains rain down with ill intent
request repent like I even noticed it
Money's only paper
when buried in a casket
strike a match lit
a stack drowned in gas
Pull the rope tight
lull and float lose light
Lose hope.
Only when I cut the rope, right?
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
Rose gold and agave tincture drops
laid to rest upon the serpents tongue
until the speakers shake
the tree from which the martyr
falls unto the cloud
that splats on impact
Oh marmalade sweetness!
to what do we owe this
trembling rotten-legged pleasure?
Surface now in overtime
the sirens screeching
at the child across the street
who sinks into the boiling malt
Bring with you the chalice
full of aerial photographs
to drink the spectators thoughts
stuffed within the temporal stone
Remembering to forget
this holy place of presence
draw the mighty bridge we cross
into enveloping florescence
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
Choose the lie that you were ever in love with anyone other than yourself
Choose the lie that you were ever in love with yourself
Choose friends that you share but a skin-deep connection with
Choose loneliness in a crowd over the solitude of self improvement
Choose instant gratification over any chance of fulfillment
Choose the drink instead of realizing your potential
Choose to squander instead of coming to terms with who you are
Choose a window over a wall
CHOOSE LIFE
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC