crunched up wrap in the refuse can
smells of late autumn bird and cranberry cuts
brown sugar  & pumpkin meshed with almond wicks burning
in the far off distance lay the brazen air- crisp!
and on the grid iron fields of pigskin combat, men will be measured today

Today I hold reverence

sitting- staring being here right now
caring- loud enough to myself-in my head
grinding and chewing at my inner cheek- waiting for those pancakes
sipping- at my cafe the dry dark roast expresso from a can- it was frozen by my doing
I am a liar and I am a swooner- to myself I list these articles

be where your heart tells you to be- sing songs that make you a memory-
uncategorize your heart and be free...

eat away @ your sins my children- be it as they shall seek slim pants and forclosed homes- banks fold and my eyes weep crusted salt crimson shards- my time here is so far gone and who is more happy than the demon whose grasp is upon a complete stranger called mocking infatuation. Be it not long that night turns on to forever. My penance will never be enough

I am not him
I am not the reason you wake up and I am not eligible to feel
I am not your world and I am not your baby's breath
I am not him
I came into what is to be called ???
un·fath·om·a·ble


A weapon of your desire and a torn up wet nap

It was finished @ the start and words were never enough-
Counter production @ it's finest and I sit still for additional anguish- Fortifications must be built and weathering conditions continue on-
Time tested with no where to go but ahead of schedule-
bent, broken and alone- Again...

My sweetest love, your tears can tear me apart... but I do love u. Your mood swings do drive me mad but your ideas make my heart swell like a belly full of kool-aid.  U need what many a woman salivate for and I can make this real. Charm and Magick, appeal to my senses you do, I feel therfore We are. I am a tree in the earth when your winds blow through.