wrinkles of fire,
parting the atmospheric
sea surrounding.
lost within
the flame,
i watch my troubles
flowing
into the smoke,
drifting into
the wind,
dancing upon
the void.
floating ever upwards,
whispering
my troubles
to the transcendent
ears of the
angles that hide
in the spaces
of silence and
the moments
of darkness
between the stars.

i swallowed the sun and
washed it down with a little inky night.
now wildflowers bloom in my heart
and light fills my mind. these
words are solar flares of a
fallen petal.

the price of it all--
welded lips of unspoken words.
now other people mishear
and believe i am speaking,
but it is only the wind
whistling through
my teeth.

now i find that,
being alone is silence,
but it is never quiet.

traveler of souls, a
looking glass shattered,
the infected cracks
murmur to my eyes,
telling me more
about myself
than the
reflection.

i see you in the silence
and the blanks of
mind. crazy how violence
says more about love
and its power. the contrast
is fading unlike your
eyebrows, and the last
drop of sanity hits the floor.
thoughts of you as
your actual presence,
because your absence has
finished its evanescence.

"Hey what's up? How are you?"
"I don't know, just a little tired of being used."

...for the conversation
...for the ***
...for the sake of having friends

I'm just a body to hold
and a number to call
I'm nobody, nobody at all.

Eighteen years of running wild.
One day past being a drugged out child.
Slipping on washed up aspirations.
Now come decisions and contemplations...

Raise the child? Or get it aborted?
But you aren't even self supportive.

Evicted yesterday
Happy Birthday

What happened to the rent money?
******* so white made your nose ******.
Call back home.
On what, a phone?
Don't even have quarters in your pocket,
Had to pawn your favorite necklace locket.

Oh yea, this is it. The glamorous life like in the movies...
Minus the money, and cars, and tan body beauties.
Funny how through the haze of addiction,
You never really see what's missing.

Concrete.
Cold street.
All alone.
Welcome home.

Star and star
The favorable geometry has been broken
Curious: I'll allow the dogs to head orion
While I sling my hammer to my belt
Edging to the light I peer
Into your toy box
Gems Pure Cut In patterns ancient and lonely

Stop: it screams
Go it screams
But I look anyway

Unworthy
Filthy
it gazes upon me knowingly

"It swims in your veins
I smell it upon your very flesh."
Fire

Smoldering I laugh shaking the foundations of Andromeda

Sitting in an abandoned lot,
listening to the screeches of
seagulls and freight trains.
I am staring at a condemned building.
Condemned to have more windows broken and
be marked with unoriginal graffiti.
YOLO and RIP TGB.
Bricks crumbling onto broken glass.
I guess you really do only live once.

Construction tape blows in the wind and
it is strangely terrifying.
This forgotten lot where
there is "absolutely no tailgaiting."
An owners car will be towed
A police car drives by and just stares.

I'm just doing my part.
Forgetting about this lot and all the events that took place here.
The asphalt hums with the highway traffic.
Click Clack goes trashcan
rustling around the fenced-in area in the back forty.
Progression marches on and
the picture fades away to ***** signage and power lines.

If there is beauty in this lot.
I have forgotten.