A life painted in Sage and Lush;
Suspended, sprained,
a weathered anchor to Argo
How many variables does this
experiment have?
It's taken the virginity of all Hope
All the klieg lights are dimming,
cones of canary
to dandelion and medallion
The insects, once gathered in the yield,
flutter independent;
absolving all the absorption to the luster
Remember when we believed
if we long stood, bathed in those lights,
Might our shadows burn to the pavement?
When winter put the rosy color
in your cheeks.
Those east winds are more jagged than most
Now, only biting rosy ulcers
in your cheeks,
Grinding the brawn between your teeth
As the coat tapers from your spine
it feels a weight
still consistent and buttoned
The bareness found in the burden,
sap in stock
is taking the virginity of all Hope
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
Tilted heads, locked hands inquire
It's deep in the silence
And in the void of concern
Nothing left to know and everything to learn
But if I'm going anywhere
It's a long way down
With no way to climb out
Your arms are crossed
The light's all wrong
Fumbling seasonal warmth
Can't keep the weather honest no more
But if I'm going anywhere
There's a space in your mind
I'll be glad to occupy
The houses sat in rows
And it's here you need to breath
The sky is all milkweed
But if I'm going anywhere
There's a funeral home
And a wreath of aster & rose
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
You’d be surprised
What can be accomplished
With your eyes sealed to the world
Stumbling in and out of love
With the wrong person,
The right person
Standing still while
The crowd moves about
And you face the opposite direction
Awaiting the joy
Coveted and insured from bloom
As it swims past your bones like a ghost
The miles you drive
Without taking the sights
Or abiding the lines
You can point and shoot
You can win or lose
But it holds no concern
It’s the feeling of knowing you’re lost
But cease to admit
Because it looks like life
There is no sleep to be had
When you shut your eyes to the world
Just an endless reaching for the walls you built
Maintain balance
So no one suspects
And tramples the comfort you found
They only see brown rust in your eyes
If you never show the raw burning red
And the vacancy of motive
Nothing hurts so bad
If you don’t stare directly at it
Or ignore it altogether
But when you finally open them
Don’t be skittish about what you’ve found
It’s only happening one blink at a time
War and drugs
And wars on drugs
And automatic guns
Disease and regret
And misleads and misread
And greed over guilt
Smiles and words
All things absurd
Hunger and cures
Lies and truths
Bigotry and fake news
Decay of education
Tribalism
Bibles
Prisons
Capital
Collateral
Intangibles
But you’ve pulled back the curtains
And you’ve drawn in the light
So you must never again close your eyes
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
The fraction of time
Spans a ten-acre riot
While counting sheep in succession
As they skip to the notes of your breath
Lingering smoke
Manifest itself
Under lamp glow
And blends of fog
The webs in the corner
Are vailing twin ghost
Speaking in extinction
Tracing a foxtrot
The echoing division
And halting idea
This could be what you want
This could be what it is
Are you naked with amazing grace
A sun setting pulse
Around the halo of gospel
Hangs over the recalcitrant
Hold your arms to your side
While exhaustion alludes
That you've gone far enough
This is all there's to do
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 8:49 PM UTC
You know what’s so god **** disparaging? Regardless of what happens you know it’s not going to matter. It could all come down on him tomorrow and it wouldn’t make a stitch of a difference. He has no theory of consequence; his mind is exceedingly absolved. Constantly refreshing every injustice and spectacle of distaste. Shuffling the moment until it’s cast in the forgivable soft lights. There is not a world that you could imagine, that would invent a punishment as proportionate and as necessary as infinitely possible. And if you were to ask if it was worth it? Do you feel sorry? He’d sneer at you and exhaust from his nose — he’d tell you “of course. It was all I ever wanted.” Then you don’t bathe in the pleasure of misfortune. Justice doesn’t come warm. It comes cold, sloppy, $9.75 an hour with poor benefits, and a constant struggle that became normalized as they extended our childhood and distracted us to sell our future away. And they don’t care. Racist. Fascist. Capitalist. Narcissist. Remorse never existed.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
your screams sound like ******
some winners were better off quitters.
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 3:58 AM UTC
Oh euphoria,
What’s the story
I am cold, tender, and thin
Oh euphoria,
I have my drug use
I am over you
You master of falsehoods
A drapery of tone and foolishness
Canvassing curious threads
To their ends
Plucking the ones
Spun to my brain
And leaving those
That weave me into disillusion
Finding the phrases in elemental codes
Oh euphoria,
I will starve you in cafe corners
Stirring your coffee
The heat licks your chin
Reminds you why you came
And why it’s worth abandoning
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
I was chasing down the moon
Burning concave, sickle bow ahead
They thought you were cheese
They praised you
They feared you
They studied you
They tried to lasso you
They landed on you
They forgot you
And now I'm staring you down
Plain and laid in my sights
The deer to my lonesome, vague headlights
As I barrel into her labyrinth
I'm yielding onto her, and as I go
She eclipses the sky beneath her
And it's shrinking in my view
It's as so the distance
Barring us both,
Is fracturing with every inch of every mile
By time, we will collide in beautiful unison
The explosion wound send to fragments,
The line dividing
The candor of life
And the uncertain ether
Celestial dust and shrapnel
Will rain down a new gravity
Heaven involved itself;
Instead I am now driving with the moon
We team south as she occupies
The passenger side
She's my hitch hiker
Or if she were Bonnie
I'd have to be Clyde
We're gonna rob that big bank in the sky, baby
Weaving stories of home and the road
And love and loss and time and hope
And destinations and longings
And belongings and beginnings
And we disagree and we fear things
And we share dreams and we lose sleep
And we split gas and we drive fast
And we smoke grass and she laughs
But time passed
And she was due a few miles ahead
So she climbed to the back seat
To rest for a moment
And I drove on
With the familiarity she shone
She was quiet now
And so I kept to my thoughts and the road
I'd look back on occasion just to assure
She was still a pendant on the drapery of night
I glanced about enough to spot her
From the corner of my eye
And I sigh at the strike of reticence
But flood with saccharine
I remember her glow as a child
She was in a sidecar on every road trip
Again I turn to her,
But she made no appearance
Like a thief, she fled by window,
Not even a disturbance to the wind
I smiled for our ride together
And the protection she laid over me
It was finished now,
But everything always is
I caught the blemish in my rear view
As I moved on
She was a speckle behind me
And being swallowed by the hills and buildings
I couldn't know what anticipated in the remote
But I remember my old friend
As the slack between us
Became taut and expansive
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC
In a snap,
Cast to the skies
A quarter in revelations
It hangs for a moment,
To ascend
And succumb to the odds
The time I cried
And thew my cards
Across the floor
The time I smiled
And thanked you
For the patients it takes
Naked frustration is
A landscape of voices,
Begging you to be what you are
But all that reflects
Is tethered to uncertainty
Potential is awash
In the twinkling moments
Of genius perceived, but wasted
As the nights that begot them
The celebratory hours
Seemed to forecast
Less ordinary futures
But the paper thin,
Angry kid
Always clawing for scraps
He couldn’t have enough
Curious and cautious
A gapeseed for the impractical
If I could latch to one thing
To make that my master
If I could commit
If I could break the paralysis
That hinders even my words
If I could give a ****
Then it wouldn’t be so unsettling
To watch the quarter drop
And not contend with the difference
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
Sometimes I catch glances of you
and me, and me of you
blue moonlight bathed
It’s a flashback to a set back
A breaking of chains
tethered to a past life
Shed the moment in two
the duality of brain and body
is tangled at the hips
Phantoms pass in moments
most claimed to the indifference
of lust and morality
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC