Where I’m from
the cat gets disowned for her curiosity,
but not before a lengthy trial
a litany of pejoratives
testament to synonyms.
Where I’m from
the persecution does not end
until the pyre has been built,
a verdict conceived of perceived faults and failures.
Where I’m from
singularity is superfluous.
You’re only as good as the clarity and carats
of boulder you shoulder with a Colgate Smile.
…
Where I’m from
I will be publishing
under pseudonym:
a witness to individuality in need of protection.
Jan 19, 2022
Jan 19, 2022 at 11:40 PM UTC
tangent lines
stretching
searching for our function
'the derivative of instantaneous change'
a solution for the epidemic that is loneliness.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC
He does not bring a ring.
Nor lilies,
but doom.
A gift
to hang around your neck,
a notarized noose of possessive vernacular.
There's no one to save here.
All there is left is truth,
the past is rotting in the future
while my war torn psyche
waves its white flag-
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:54 PM UTC
8 yards out
6 feet under
unearth the skeletons
line them up for show and tell
the one with a smile
like sunburn on a foggy day
the one whose words
left me with permanent tinnitus
the one
who floundered at my my feet
begging to get in
only to find my waters too deep
and you.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC
shame is a garment of sorrow
threatening to rattle our equilibrium
pre-solstice jitters
bereft of an altitude
loves lisp
resting on forgotten forevers
who wants a life like that?
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
the hapless half-life of our limerence
hemorrhaging hope in the waiting room
“take a seat”
“the doctor will be with you shortly”
chart up my insides
luminescent display of shortcomings.
reasons you'll find to walk...
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
the purple-yellow bruising on my heart
refuses to heal.
behind every unlocked door I find
a brick wall.
Your airport refused to check my baggage.
So here I am
stranded in an empty terminal
clutching a dead phone
waiting
to speak to a manager that went home ages ago.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
“I don’t want to think,
don’t make me care
-im running late.”
Emotional sadist
Your closet runneth over.
“Drug me”
I whisper
half lyric
half request
as you silence me with your
“Acid Tongue”
you are
an arbitration
to this restless void
the long ebb
interrupted by your flow
what you aren’t
is a savior
what you aren’t
is an answer
you are
a “Lost Cause”
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
Were living in the half light
Falling for the dead
Yearning for The Swoon
Our affair became
my Swan Song
lets not pray to the crescent
lets keep waiting
waning and wandering
stumbling through cycles
til the final bow
sowing seeds of a future
in our drought.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC
come get yours
while i;m drowning in this fixture
take your time in the half-life
the pills that pose a purpose
postulate your position
poison to this far too precious heart-
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC