Category: Poetry

Today was meant to be the unholiest of fucked up celebrations, but happened to have the gambling addicts bad luck of falling on the most mundane of days. One that even shares the first couple syllables with the goddamn fucking word. I see endless remnants of breakfast burrito and candy wrappers litter the street next… Continue reading All Hallows’ Munday →

It's quite unfair, that life's a spiteful flight of stairs. So we fly our kites from halfway there, and fight the urge to stare. At every extra passing by, the best impressions of lasting lives.Who cracked their canines, climbing high. Past the halfway trapped youth, you and I. Towards the top stair and goodnight. But,… Continue reading Halfway →

Due to thrift stores and boredom, I accrue missed scores and hoard 'em. Kept new by players now post mortem. Or less blessed, Too past due to afford 'em.

I'll feed you field notes from a festered wound, of how death impressed a desert bloom. In a mess, invested, more or less pests entombed. Slowly sidestepping elephants, left ingesting rooms. When life moves a million miles an hour, you can watch from the window, but you'll miss most the fuckin flowers. So slow down,… Continue reading The Festered Wound →

From the parking lot of my neighborhood chick-fil-a, you can almost make eye contact with a pale fetus spread thin across a billboard to the north. Its fractionally formed features seem determined to invade visions and sway decisions through silhouette and shock value. The air about this area is that of the unrelenting and authoritative.… Continue reading 36th and Quebec →

Schrodinger's cat may or may not exist, However, the hair of the beast is indisputably present in the mouth and eyes of each and every soul stupid enough to deny it's existence entirely. Its finest impression of a tootsie roll candy in each and every pair of god's stiletto heels laid out for the next… Continue reading Questionable Cat Shit →

I'm sick of my ingrown spikes.The ones that emerge with every word,And make a gun out of my overbite.I'd turn and run from them overnightBut they've found a home in bones,So prone to fright.Despite my time atoned, alone in flight.So fetch my forgiveness from the bottom shelf,For what's the fun in winning rotten wealth?I hang… Continue reading Sick →

Someday you'll surrender thoughts,Of how you ought to have droppedEvery little thingThat crept in steady rings.Or walls stacked in cake layers,Trapped praising your fake players.Wrapped plainly to break chairs.An act you trained to rein blank stares. Perhaps I only care,Because I blame myselfFor this ever ringing bell.Trained to tease but not to sell.For this rope… Continue reading Well Enough to Sell →

She's a sweetness you can set your sights on.Complete mess, autophagic python.I've been fucked over with the lights on,But learned lesions that are life long.And all along, I sang a song,Of how to her I'm halfway drawn. No doubt an outside perspective,Would provide a little rest and giveA respective impression of situations selective.She buried me,… Continue reading A Friendly Face/Never →

I can stress endlessly, and relate to them it's true. But, I've found I find more freedom, in expressing something new. Than when reposting recycled ranting, of the bitter, black, and blue. A viewpoint simply out of whack, and brutally abused. It's what we've all been trained to do, as the psyche screams "j'accuse"! Touch… Continue reading Emo Memes →