I always knew it
she never told me up front
or maybe she did
or maybe she pulled a trick
and snuck it in very sneakily

my heart collapses when I think of it
why she has to be that way
the wrong way, I just know it
I always knew it

she sees in black and white
I see blind
she thinks of herself, of me
Of what she knows, of what she thinks
Of what she’s always thought

But it’s wrong, I just know it

We are not so different
yet so much the same
what about the hair, what about the eyes
what about the people, how they live
how they eat, how they feel

because We need to feel
alike
and not so unlike

As to not like
from feeling unlike
is to sour
the bitter dough

it’s how they grew up
it’s how they lived
it’s what they ever knew

But it’s wrong, I just know it

she worries and she’s frightened
that I’ll be wrong in her eyes
but I simply see blind

I can’t erase their childhood
or what they learned and discovered
but I can keep mine
and learn and discover
that the world is too big
for tiny circles and squares,
sorting colors and hairs,
planting statues and stairs
that lead nowhere
but back there

wrong way, I tell you
I just know it

I have to just know it

there was one on the porch

one toppled barrel
with no tough edges
flaunted flawless marks
lid still dancing, alive and well
put to bed

and out it flowed

the darkest matter,
that denied all light
and screeched for shine

which crawled over the boards,
didn’t look back
sunk into the crevasses,
fell for no crack
dripped onto the grass,


and left no stains

for seventeen hours
or one thousand
and twenty minutes


i counted
i made sure


the bottommost right one flickered
unsatisfied with death
fighting with air
stuck in time

the fireman’s lock
aptly named
oh how it teased
a wonder release

the brilliant doors
that showed me myself
yet showed no way
till i ceased to see


for i fail to remember
which I selected
where I wished to be


as i’m frozen in my puddle
and the glaze grows upon my legs
until i fall to the ceiling
and count no more

toxic green coating
cloudy haze for eyes
rotting flesh peeling
death in disguise

stinging putrid scent
fins floating faintly
waiting to ferment
water so lonely

wade in circles

long wait left,

need no hook,

just needs rest

the dolorous pleas
echo through her ears,
like wisps floating
down a canal

the piercing screeches
beset her sanity,
like hounds chewing
through oak doors

their abject tears
drip, whimper,
frozen in the air,
scrambling in descent

many turn their heads,
slice their ears off,
let the blood saturate,
and mute it away

others bind the sight,
the sound, the life,
remove it,
dispatch it, for good

but she,
she knows

and bottles it all up
to show to the world

Slither slither, sly star
Power power, shy tsar
The Moon dances
But all stand still
Stare as it revolts
Against one bitter night
The milky film collapses
The brazen lust erupts
Night is overtaken
The Time is up

Slither slither, sly star
Power power, shy tsar
The Earth rumbles
Mighty but unfree
Poke a needle through
Wince at no regard
Let the juices run
Deep into our veins
Captured fine essence
The Moon is slain

we know of not
empty of meaning

knowledge pursued
no more believing
on graves once more
winner too far late

or it’s untrue
fiddle fame with fate

Names scraped well off
Open for disgust, shun
To spot what’s not



or
to spot what’s there