Learn of nothing,
bother caution
Enable the abyss-

Earn something,
somber audition
Forward in a midst-

Harbour is a whet allegory
Hell earned is a higher story
Don’t hack your wrists,
slit them gently til worlds spill.

Your animals, are all dead
Your scenery, a chasm recycled
Your conclusions, temporary

Your leftovers, aren’t hungry
Your gyms, occupied and empty
Your ***, missionary

Your wealth, poorly sought
Your depth, see the second line
Your groceries, a dollar short of mine

Your plagues, rehearsed til true
Your wage, spent to amuse
Your sage, bottom shelf at the back

Your relationships, are melted buoys
Your complexities, remain toyed
Your mirrors, indifferent

Your fantasies, live on T.V
Your property, a loan that bleeds
Your arguments, sit at the baseline

Your seconds, triumph
Your minutes, tangle
Your hours, stay

Your days, lose sleep
Your weeks, fail to keep
Your months, ask for better permission

All these years...and I’ve boarded up.

salsola kali//

you are moving details
sleek, as a corpulent box
meek, where you wish it lost

thighs burn above the western highways–

s pestifer//

shots of Russian squall
harvest the harrowing ball,
of which you think exists

far away from rolling hills disarmed–

s australis//

barren thoughts are juvenile
you are not beyond approach,
barely brightest green

mice, bighorn sheep, nor pronghorn eat–

s iberica//

whistle from salvations fringes
kick doors of perception,
off thier cataclysmic hinges

where your titles dragged dense bones–

s tragus//

full bodied, the girth of a thousand minds
nine inch nails in an inch of thick
we all feel like being the same

be a spur cutting dust a new name.

the tunic is blown out of proportion
a manifesto of jiltered dialogue–
between expectation and a breath

rolling realms escape lights gesture
a manifestation of curable perfection
in between curious limitation

thumbnail visits,
dirt and desperate grime glow
search the silhouette,
for unclaimed baggage

merge false intellect,
with stakeouts cigarettes
pick a prisoners flesh,
though it were you that is left.

A menagerie afar
crisp and gleaned from a far, wreck
contently leaning against morose time
a menagerie star

another beacon beckoned still
overshadowed and plenty weary
thoughts leer openly upon
another beacon will

ever the consummate hatered
watered down by feign and passion
now a plethora in an oddly lit space
******* over pleasant swell.

skittish, though warmth in splices
curtsies the cells on my back

sleeping next to hot water,
****** sentences writhe for honey

pull that fingernail from the hammer,
dilettante can be my only pleasure

dictioned through playful scraps,
you’re interpersonally–strangely–kind

a case of baskets, take my brain with you
hum before you rattle thaumaturgy out

remain seated–
critique grandly–
...this perfunctory serf is dead.

Hush-hush,
a sentience moves the toy
into a mile long corner
where a door greets the jamb

Sulk,
ignore a pointed finger
weigh down exploration of the boy
this theatre will frown

Secrecy,
you knew it all stood still
before that door stood you up
from feeding your mastodons will

one ponderance,

maybe I should have never come here...
when milestones are thrown into short parties
pushing guests to savour an ideology

maybe it is easier to get in there
****** a hand that rules the dice
til you gush innermost a cruel and malcontent way

maybe if this vessel weren't so worn
I could be someone else for thirty-five years
until each thumb snaps upon wellbeing's road

they are here,
with a lost verse filling the background
drinks are passed around a well of fears

maybe can only become, maybe
a stealth ventriloquist has stolen every name
speech predicament is all in all's vain

maybe,
repetition has rubbed off
another forlorn scar for tomorrow's work.

Callous had warned me,
I wish somebody had worn me

Malice will bore the free,
wishing they had never kept me

Hide, cold bones
inside the dugout
Hear that crack,
a fallen smile reacts

Pleasure is a wisp,
rotten upon wells fist
Hidden beside you,
ask somebody else

Where are they wearing thin?