Dainty frill below the waist
Elegance—a chalk line around her body
Warmth still there today
Even though she’s not
There’s a single stain,
“shush,” there was a stain
Now just folds of blankets
Mountains upon valleys
Caverns and river basins
All the way to him
In her spot, alone,
Finger on the stain
With ***** nails,
And foam eyes.

Break dishes in your dirt yard.
2. Carry the largest pieces to your mom.
3. Tell her what they mean to you.
4. Cut two gashes down your arm.
5. Bleed. Bleed for the death of your dishes.

For since I do not have you,
I must remember best I can,
The days like this past Monday,
When a spliff was in my hand.

I found myself searching
For that feeling in my mouth,
The one that make saliva smack,
And had me heading south.

Down to the Circle-K of course,
Since water could not cure--
And gum could not be found,
Up the isle, I saw, obscured.

Gatorade!--Amongst the chips and chocolate,
I wandered through that maze,
Oh cottonmouth, you waited so patiently,
In that silly haze.

Turn shift, spout.
Lightly touch--
To tremble. Open
Up, spiral downward.
Leave at noon to forget,
And frown. Don't smell,
Remember.
Run and glance and don't
Turn back--too dusty.

Later, return at noon,
To pick up and move over.
Sweep without weeps,
Don't cry or pity,
'Cause deadly is deadly.
Just turn, shift, and harden.

A little vine grows darker everyday,
Wrapped around the tree of life,
He slowly makes his way.
Inch, by inch, ascending higher,
No bark wards off his wrath,
Strangling the limbs that quickly tire,
While rotten cores linger beside his path.
As extremities whisper and make their peace,
Branches break and new twigs resonate,
But shivers slowly cease.

Wrestle with your patio chairs, break one, bow to one, let one go.


Look into the mirror. Take time to smash it to pieces. See yourself.


Break down on 4th. Stand still to watch people pass. Know: Footsteps don't mean "sorry".


On two pages put together, write hard. Shade the bottom page for answers.


Books you have no intention of reading should be highlighted--not burned.


Put strangers in frames. When people ask, reply: "they're just my past."


Cigarette butts in your backyard are artwork. Kick for inspiration.


Open sores hurt when salt rains down from the sky. Too bad your wounds are from lightning.


She thought that lies opened doors. But the janitor heard and locked her out.


Hurry up to slow down. Wheels above ground control little more than planes.


Thoughts of seawater whipping the cliffs edge leaves distressed housewives at bay.


Poems find themselves easily written if locked inside an elevator.


I locked the old man in the closet, so he couldn't see the rainfall.


Run twenty cattle from now 'till midnight to hear just one of Earth's rumbles.

A flutter of that second hand,
Chaos has arrived.
Sinking from your quick defeat,
A mind once gone awry,
A flash of chance,
A cure is derived.
One simple circle, candy coated,
Lies beneath the clock.
Inspiration blocked by a daily Zoloft.
The water runs,
Down it goes,
Thirty minutes till the shock,
Stress suddenly slows self respect to soft.
A conscious now defeated,
Feelings put on hold,
In the name of yearning,
Minds must be controlled.