I never used to need to plan or plot before I wrote-
imagination shriv’ling on the vine around my throat.
The words come out more slowly now, viscous as with blood-
I have to **** and ***** and wait and pray for one more flood.
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 1:28 PM UTC
Every day the world grows darker.
Every day my strength pales.
Every day I lose a bit more faith.
Every day he drags us further.
There might have been a time I'd be proud to be American-
but the thought is now no more than shame.
I feel a burning brand upon my forehead,
stars and stripes carved into my arms
as red and blue pound behind the white
of my eyes.
Make America great?
You've made us the laughing stock of the world
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 10:26 AM UTC
How did we come to this?
The hate
the fear
the cold holes in our hearts.
We had one chance to bring about good, real change.
How did we come to this?
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 2:44 PM UTC
In the moonlight, she looked almost blue;
the silver of her hair, glowing-
the white of her smile, gleaming-
the amber of her eyes, burning.
In the moonlight, I thought I saw her shiver;
in the pale skin, a twitch-
in the lithe limbs, a tensing-
in the hot breath, a stutter.
In the moonlight, I met my death;
through her sharp teeth, biting-
through her long nails, rending-
through her rough tongue, savoring.
In the moonlight, she howled proud;
in the thin back, an arch-
in the wry bellow, a glee-
in the bleeding drops, my soul.
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 12:29 PM UTC
I
was a crab
and you
were an aphorism
for a broken heart.
and I hate metaphors.
I
am a crab
alone in this field
as the moon glimmers along
my spiked shell.
but you’d moved on.
Sep 15, 2024
Sep 15, 2024 at 10:53 PM UTC
Bliss, the closing warmth of
tangled arms
looping legs.
My head upon your chest
as the rain
patters
down
and we drift
off to
sleep
Sep 25, 2023
Sep 25, 2023 at 7:25 PM UTC
Hear the voice of their god as they twitch
Somnolence and discomfort prevail
Silent bones in a crumpled display
Peaceful corpse of a deadly poison
See them locked in the pose of defeat
snoring nose- still’d eyes- silent voice
Thousands frozen in corpulent time
As they wait for their planes to arrive
Jul 22, 2023
Jul 22, 2023 at 3:34 AM UTC
seething, as the sour fruit
bleeds its poison along my tongue.
leaden with the weight of memory the heart--
but twice too much.
a day? an error? a mood? the regret of--
but twice too late.
t'was not mine own tongue what spake those words. I know not why from me they rode. but while I may not know the origin the result; still mine to bear. the responsibility still mine to own. The regret--
but twice too much.
Feb 23, 2023
Feb 23, 2023 at 1:58 PM UTC
As alone I walk these emptied streets
the only rhythms heart and feet
I all around am sure I see
myself amidst the trees.
But no it cannot be, says me,
I am no scarecrowed bag of bones
whose clothes hang slack
and innards seep with leaves.
I am a man, methinks I say,
a human living breathing man
with no such predilections wrought
for suicidal sentiment.
It cannot is not mustn’t be me,
that body hanging limp in-tree,
that bullet ridden slumping form,
that sorry teenage lover-boy.
Dec 16, 2022
Dec 16, 2022 at 9:38 AM UTC
Insidious, that sinking sense
A wound below the waterline
Concrete caged around my gut
Descent, fading fast.
That old friend lonesome,
Come to rest upon the stoop
To wait and wave through windows;
Don’t you want the company?
Oct 17, 2022
Oct 17, 2022 at 10:56 AM UTC