Category: Poetry

For years I've mulled about upon this mountain,beside a river bed run dry as I.It is here I climbed,to flee the field of prying eyes. To escape a faulty place, where the prideful scry you from the side....But, that's reactive crap! You see, as time passed, my mind relaxed. In fact, I can't help but… Continue reading The Cowl of the Cumulonimbus →

She's got this splintered, sharp edge, that only grew more jagged, as solitude sustained itself. Left alone upon the ledge, until this undone humpty let the liquor slip between her already drunk teeth, and gave her best attempt at a backflip, between the lights lining the street..... There she goes again, reaching for smoke and… Continue reading Humpty Undone →

It seems time has left me weakened. So, I'll clean myself, and be your something shiny for a weekend. Let your bored feet drag me, back towards the deep end, repeating an all too steady trend. I loathed watching you go. Soon collapsed back to lonely, and watched as the wall rose. "Can't you see?!"… Continue reading Prepare for Arrows →

I've often thought, of how we thieved, then lost it. We burned the bridge to embers, and with bare feet tried to cross this, river rolling only wrong ways. With no wish for bedding to bless us, following long days. Because that bridgeless bed bears broken glass. And the slow flowing bleed? Well, it feeds… Continue reading Mossy →

There are many moving parts to the mosaic that is me. An equal amount, I've found, seem to be still cemented down. But that's nothing a chisel and a smile won't solve. It's quite viable to take a while. You see, survival's slow to dissolve. Resolve takes time to practice. Not so long ago, I… Continue reading The Mosaic “Me” →

I am not your novelty. Not your fucking fetish. So, instead of ALL THIS, go fuck a freshly dead fish. Send a late night note, and join my neverending "read" list. These days, they all approach, just long enough to knuckle the glass. Chuckle at the reaction, and step back just as fast. They leave… Continue reading The Mouth of the Meat Grindr →

"I love you." The words have always been more punctuation than promise.. A way to heighten hopes, before heading out the door. An exclamation mark, that put too much pressure on the words previous. Reckless abandon, that rustled up some writer's block, and left us both at a loss for longing. For, we are survivalists,… Continue reading Survival Made →

I never put much thought into where I'd find my next lung full. I just knew I needed to wrap my web of limbs around whatever stone shone, lonely, at the bottom of the well. So I fell.. Without a plan, or a sight of steady hands. On my own, I almost swam, but never… Continue reading Fresh Air →

Last night was my last run, of some lost and rotten film. Propped up on a projector, wrecked by the respectful climb of passing time. Each frame, has become warped with warts and fame. Overplayed, and all too often called by name. So today, I say, "okay, leave!" No longer praying prey, overpaying for an… Continue reading A Picture Promised →

Won't you free me? Point out all the skipped spots, where I missed my own cleaning. Seems that every inch of rust shown, has a mixed and misled meaning. As if my flaws are cards drawn by counting. Placed all too perfectly, to keep my whiskered side pouncing. Know I never aimed my angst at… Continue reading Glued to Blue →