Have you ever stepped out in front of a moving car?
Have you ever nearly fell backwards down a flight of stairs?
Have you ever had gun metal pushed up against your skull?
Have you ever had a blade flash under a streetlight in front of you like the teeth of a rabid dog?
Have you ever climbed to the edge of a tall building?
Have you ever been cornered in a lie?
Have you been completely uncovered?
Entirely discovered?
Soul unearthed?
Die three times and I’ll show you life.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
Burnt words die as embers turn to grey
The fluxuations are as predictable as death
I’ve tied the burdened mind to the lightening rod
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
It has been Seventeen
Months since I last wrote
The ink grew stale in the air
Of the outside world.
The prison bars become thicker
and the canvas is smeared
No rhyme, no reason
A simple etching
I think of the insipiration of
Insanity, like a falling rain
A drought has come
And dried this land
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
Life is such a beautiful mystery
Last night you taught me
To relinquish control
My arms tied to your bed posts
This morning my therapist
Tied the animal in my mind
To a giant oak tree
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
The formula to go from
Depressed
To
Manic
Is this-
12 beers
2 valiums
A whiskey on the rocks
A beautiful sunset
And an hour of Bukowski
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
You don't spit
After dragging a fine cigar
You don't throw up
After drinking a fine scotch
You only purge
When you've been with a fine woman
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
My shirt hangs off your *******
Like a flag on a conquered citadel
I will pay hell for this
But not in this life
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
Smoke trails that never left the room
A soft sunlight through the two windows
So many memories crammed into that little room
The tiny kitchen where you cooked breakfast
With your tiny little shorts
You called me with your tiny little voice
Dorian Grey open on the bed
A cocktail of emotion on the counter
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
If there is one thing that I have learned
From the up and down
Is that there is no such thing
As wholly bad
Or wholly good
Even with the pristine white smile
The suave collar and neck hugging tie
The professional demeanor
And the bullet proof attitude
The devil is in the details
That creeping rage that beats itself
Against the steering wheel as the
Moon stares at you through the
Passenger side window
I've fooled you
And this I know for sure
Because I'm good enough
To fool myself.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC