Slip like a
Fish through my grasp
And I will
Tear out my hair
Strand by paper thin
Lock
Until I am left eating
Raw magnetic tape
And finding new awe
In the constellations
Beneath the firepit
I will
Button my jacket
While tasting the cool, bitter
Smoke of memories
Whanging out of my head
As I do my best to
Keep from tearing a hole in my cabin
And fleeing out into the
Bitter crisp night.
Know that
It is not for myself
That I commiserate.
You and I,
We were lost at sea too long past
Before the ashen cement had dried.
The prolonged lingering of the heart
You’ve already forgotten.
-2019

Silhouette of the reaper
Shadow of my fear
Branding me with
Thoughts of my own demise
Our fragile moth wings
Incinerate when we touch the light.
-2019

**** you and
Your sentimentality
With your binding looks
And eyes like pistols
I could
Tear out my fingers
And still you’d coolly
Wash over me
Like the salty tides.
-2019

Fold thyself upon the mattress
The cards upon the table
The hand it grasps
Six fingered
And encased in glass
I smoke
Memories of five years past
Numbness of the heart
Tainting the very ego
Breathing the bones
Bequeathing a new wonderment
Animate the dead,
Go and
Reach into the trove and
Ransack the physique
Ruination and
A tear in the psyche
I am gone.
-2019

Buried 6 feet below in the loamy soil
Repressed in the grave
Coffin, confine
Sink into the dark pitch black
Resurface as memory
The night calls
The knife murmurs
Earthen tang
Blade strike
Leave the recollection
And envisage only briefly
Tracing the scars along thy face
A roadmap of thoughts
A construct of humanity
Life
Love
Death forevermore.
-2019