She slept
in silent contentment,
the soft saltwater
serenity
moving gently
in a cradling
motion

The silver streaking
salmon school
barely moving
hiding under
the algae laden water
while sinking
into the deeper trenches,

As the cool white
moonlight
reflected
in rippling water
for no one to see.

She told me what he did.
How he slid
his fingers
inside of
her,
how he pushed
and grinded her,
despite the pleas,
how he stopped her
when she tried to flee.

After the confession
I felt the fog of fury
consume me.

I set loose
my rage
and scarred his face
with scores
of scratches
and deeper cuts.

I slid my blade
inside his gut
and saw bits
and chunks
of vital organs
dribble
from
the gaping wound.

What fun to see
this dark adult
gasp and bleed
flapping like
a fish
grasping
for the ocean’s embrace.

With serial killer efficiency
I cleaned the crimson stained cutlery
and left him there to stare blankly
at the concrete.
Then I burnt my cloths
and wrote this note
for you to find
when I die.

This dismal day
dulls my emotions
in favor of
some distant
tv visions
that I used to love.

Before the internet
I looked for women,
images I could hold
on to like
a lacy trace
of **** fabric
that rides up and down
the sweet side
of her soft thighs.
The curling black
consuming skin,
but there were spots
where *******
bulged and
bloomed again.
I looked on
in loving lust.
Desire stirred
and I moved as I must
*******
to the devastating
illusion of
secret catalog queens.

I got the runner’s disease,
always on the move
with time chasing me.
Hourglass is running down.
The sand is almost depleted.
You will see me surfing
through the cosmos
in the stories
you are reading,
see my flesh receding
see old lines repeating
as I lose my mind;
But I am always moving forward,
always stepping ahead
the only time I’ll stop
is when I am dead.

A flock of
propeller seeds
fall from the tree
right in front of me.

The musical fog
mists my eyes
and mystifies
my curious life.

No one will give you
the love you crave.
They will not swoop in
with a red cape flapping
to prove love equals fate
No superman or wonder woman
is coming to save the day.

Your damp glittering dirk
is dangerously wedded to
a wet red death.

The candle
cannot burn eternal
the flame
will surely
flicker out
and no one
who comes after
will ever know
or care
what it was all about.

I'm so unbelievably sleepy
My face hurts..
And there are no words
left to say what I have been
saying all along.
But they weren't listening then,
and they don't really care now.
Just a matter of time I guess.