Apathetic sloth,
Your whorish ways bring me down,
*******, filthy ****.

First warm day in months,
raking uncovered flowers.
Parks fill with laughter.

Dead of night, warm breeze
Mother Nature's sweet reprieve
Time drips like honey

Taking his time,
bathing in the blue smoke,
memories whirling and
eddying in the grey wrinkles,
his brow furrows.

All being one, he searches deep

She rushes from
one errand to another,
living to serve,
dying to love.

Sighing, often

Her calculations
demand symmetry;
feelings
just don't add up
and lonely men
wait in grey shadows
on the fringe.

Random elements

It's a twisted pile of flesh
for some  
while others
only get to **** the
swollen ****
or get stuck
being the fifth wheel
on a broken cart.

It's what they want

He remembers the smell
of Texas flowers
shining through his
deep Nothing
and knows he is
too far from home.

Sugar...

Tasting the pale one,
with her bugs and
her dead things
living under her
milky skin
and pretty dresses,
is still his
favorite sin
because she is
the only one
that can keep
him warm in her
sweaty folds
and wet sheets.

Bury me in your sweet blood

At the train station,
he sees her in
a sundress while
the sun and moon
both die
according to prophecy.

See you there, darling

You can make it seem
just like home
if you listen to
the night because
all we need
is waiting for us,
somewhere.

*Somewhere

Aching skin,
Boiling blood,
My lust consumes.

Hands long for your throat,
crave to be wrapped in your hair,
pulling you closer. Close enough
to feel your heat, to smell you.

My lips, Ah my lips.
My lips and tongue implore
for the wet heat of your folds.
I must taste your flesh
before I wither from attrition.

Union.
The singularity of ingression,
transcendent of all earthly attachments.
Sublime.

Release. An unfettering of all thought,
leaving only feeling.
A divine conjunction.

And after, the only sounds our breathing.
Still as one, unencumbered by thought.

We rest peacefully in our oasis, sated.

Thick clouds, heavy greys.
Birds hush as lightning gives birth;
Tornado alley.

Morning blooms grey,
even the birds are quiet.
I broke two more hearts this week
and all I want to do
is hear your laugh.

You put strings in my joints

Your wooden face still hangs on my door
and Buddha squats on my granite nightstand.
Tastes of you are everywhere I look.

You shoved it in my face

******* and fighting
my way back to me,
I'm shedding skin
and growing teeth
and breaking bones
and doing **** my way
and loving it,
really loving it.
Still I hate every second
I am not with you.

*The coldness of your nothing

Flaming fuckery
Egos clash between keystrokes
I can only laugh

Brotherhood tainted
Enemies bloom from strangers
**** yeah, internet!

Go **** your mothers
We can all be crass, so what?
Free speech is not free

I said I would not
Involve myself with drama
But look at me now

**** all this **** man
I come here to write, not fight
But some people ****

I'm sure some of you
Are counting my syllables
Does it matter man?

I write bad haiku
Lots and lots of bad haiku
This is one of them

See what I did there?
It is more than syllables
Go break haiku rules

You know who you are!
Trouble makers, muckrakers
Sensitive poets

Aching for your skin
Remembering all your smells
Dying for your touch

***** water sky,
Trees dipped in ebony ink,
Night, my lover now.

Some *****,
loose shoes,
and a warm place
to ****.

Wishy washy fool;
He got lucky, she forgave.
Kind woman, his light.

It's a rough deal man,
this life.

I didn't ask for this ****.

It's not an easy gig,
being me.
I am what I am
and lots of the time,
that's ******* awesome,
but being surrounded by
simple mother *******
who are hell bent on
bringing me down
is tiring.

I bend but never break

They grind away with
their spiteful machinations
and greedy hidden agendas,
bereft of any compassion,
lacking any real substance.
They are shells packed with
hate, stuffed with ****,
and I can barely breathe
in the presence of such
fuckery.

I do it all for the boy;
I tolerate the average,
put up with the mediocre
and the mundane.

His life will not be as hard

I promise.

Drugs and diseases.
Flesh and bones.
Whiskeys and waters.

Hi she said with such a cute ******* smile.

Hey I said. What's going on?
she gave me the up and down look
and I knew right away
she wanted me to **** her.

You workin' tonight?

Yeah, I'm workin tonight

Such a cute smile
and an *** that I
could bounce a quarter off

Ah **** man. I took a long drag off my smoke
and turned to walk away

But only because I'm trying to get to Kansas City for...

I didn't really
give a **** what the
rest of the story was.


yeah yeah


Such a cute little thing.

I walked back into the bar
and took my place
among the dead.

Here and now, alone.
Missing you, empty again.
I ******* love you.

Timeless and graceful
Draped in our ancient shadow
Luna bleeds for us.

*****'s  mouth on **** face
******* her way to freedom
Enslaved by the taste

and when I hear of your death,

I will fall to my knees and weep

for I will know that all I have now are memories.
I will not be able to call you out of the blue.
I will not be able to drive by and not stop.

I will not know that you are ok and safe and warm.
I will weep because a part of me dies with you.
I weep now thinking of that day.

You are my rotten lover baby.

No other as pure as ours.

I will weep the day I hear of your death.
Most of me dies with you.

Whispers in thick nights,
smoke curls around her dead eyes,
rotting memories.

Moldy coffee and ***** socks
fight for space among graying memories of memories as the dirge
in my head plays on.

It's like a hearing test that lasts every waking moment, this ******* ringing in my ears.

It's 3am again and death is in the air,
so close to home I feel the ancient heat
of leathery wings on my tired shoulders.

So tired

This tired body of mine,
I've really put it
through the ringer.
I've gotten some good miles
out of it.
The *******,
The car wrecks,
The *******,
The fistfights,
The beatings,
The *******,
The drugs
and the *****
and all that *****.
The mosh pits
and the miles walked
and all of those crazy
dangerous risks
all in the name of fun.

I should have died so many times

I didn't though.
I'm here.
I'm alive.
I'm still giving it
right back
to the *******
and getting all
the *** I can,
while I can.

Your God wants me to be happy

So I took the drugs
and the punches.
I walked for miles
and sat on the beaches
and woke up in holding cells
and found out what it
means to truly love
and felt what it's
like to die from
the inside out.

I've been at one with every
molecule in the universe
that ever has been
and will be.
I've seen the spirits lights
while the first ones
sang and drummed as I
wept in the dark.

I've felt shame
and fear
and loss of hope;
hunger pangs
mingled with glorious
hallucinations.

Life is but a dream

Really though,
dearest,
none of that matters
when I'm alone
at 3 am.

My cherry blossoms.
Gather slowly, my precious,
the day is long, here.

Twisted memories
Stewing in spiteful juices
Rotting in my guts

I'm growing weary
of finding ways
to make myself
come.

Flowers of flesh, blood.
Bell jars breed suffocation,
So much to tell me.

Paddles, aftercare
Classical conditioning
Making this one mine

Black leaves, silver clouds
This night, this now, drapes heavy
Alone with the dark

The war rages on
Choosing battles, difficult
Fight them all, ****, win.

You are my sugar.
Bugs and worms whispered the truth.
So get used to it.

Wrap your pale skin
around my dark eyes;
I don't want to see anymore.

Crush my ribs with
your peppermint breath;
I don't need to breathe.

You love him like you should
for he is precious but
I am the one living
on your wet
fingertips.

That's just the way it is.

I sing in the night
to the centipedes and
slugs, to the bats and
the branches it is
a tired dirge,
heavy and long.

This death of ours,
this sacred end,
we hold it in our
sweaty palms
bruises
our tired backs
and our growling stomachs.

We hold it close, this
death of ours.
This final moment,
the only one of
our choosing.

The bugs and the bats,
they own the night.
All I do is listen to the worms
crawling in the ground
and try to imagine the taste
of your skin with three days
of me on you.

Sad monkey, blue girl.
Stars in eyes, hungry bellys.
Crying, now sleeping.

Cold night, razors edge;
Changing paradigms, by force.
Life is violent.

the stubborn silence of mountains.

You are earthen. I am fluid.

As my soft May rain
kisses the willow's leaves
before falling into your warm soil,
the sweet breath of spring
and new beginnings soothes our tired, wintry pains.

The water feeds the root.

My head upon your chest,
a cloud filled lake on a patient mountain.

Memories of our moments,
rocks on a riverbed,
worn smooth and beautiful by time and silt.

Your lava burns a path,
a fertile home
where future fields of wheat will see no tears,
before finally,
with a fiery sigh,
you come to rest in the salt of my ocean.

The ancient root drinks the timeless water.

The mountains nap. The oceans breathe.

A moment,
a look,
a hand on a leg becomes
a small stone of your love
skipped once,
twice,
threefourfive times
before settling to the bottom
among a thousand other memories
polished smooth.

The willow branches caress the shore.
The lake rests in the mountains embrace.
Rain and roots, earthworms.

At last, at last.

Even before
I enter you,
I feel at one
with you,
my beloved.

Our simple and
seamless merging,
timeless;
unfettered
by temporal tethers,
unencumbered
by corporal constraints,
we become one,
again.  

Sublime transcendence.

Dagger of the soul
Timeless disintegration
The edges crumble

Tiniest casket
One more soldier up above
Drafted much too soon