waiting at a red light 3 a.m. with the window down radio muted the heat of a passing day hovering as mist above the pitted asphalt clouding like bokeh – dilapidated desert streets humming the tune of central air units and mercury-vapor street lamps on life support vibrant and untouched in the palm of night…
Tag: Poetry
True Lies
i believe the greatest fault of humanity is our desperation to believe anything even to the extent of substituting good sense with lies
Fever Dream
your bed rampant with rot turns my stomach – lightheaded nausea lopsides my steps as i stumble towards this porcelain receptacle – into it i pour all sickness disgust excrement – weight jettisons forth with astounding force – dry heaving on the stained tiling – this cool steals away the warmth from this feverish corpse…
Natural Jazz
look out towards latticed crust forestry heaving upon the tide of heavy wind laced in crystalline distillate – how sorrowful their posture barren in midwinter dull and grey – fenced off by toasted oat reeds fibrous weeds flourishing amidst the desaturated landscape – at times i believe i’m searching for color – that if I…
Inner Children
this inner child refuses to mature – stubborn ploddingly obtuse laughably laborious following the path of most resistance – single child soul struggling to subsist in a world so expansive duplicitous and grave – should youthful ambition fall to the wayside in order to make room for tedium and decorum – there are no adults…
Ruminations
I think I might be getting worse – seeing things out the corner of my eye focused towards the all engulfing darkness lashing out – thin tendrils engorged full with spite merciless cthullian mammoth tentacles crushing my ribs forcing the last ounce of air from my lungs wheezing out a pitiful wail as a death…
Pumped Up Ready to Pop
we’re all narcissists – admiring ourselves in the mirror we polished – rutting away at whatever object helps us stroke one out fellating our ego – lips soaked with envy – I can’t get off watching you writhe in your own ecstasy – be more considerate next time you see me indulging these masturbatory urges…
Chromatics
rosacea blush – erupting deep sherbet upon a ceaseless sea of cyanosis – jaundiced pendant paces heavenward overhanging vitiligo plains – melasmatic outgrowths amidst argyriatic shores shimmering with unseen life – what can you tell from the pigment of one’s spirit – is it colored in the heat of life or withering in mud thick…
Diamond Eyes and Fireflies
do you still stare up to the star filled sky vast and open glade in the forest of night – do you lose yourself in the endless ocean weight of body anchored while the spirit swims free – are you reaching beyond the atmosphere to the cold vacuum of space plucking diamond eyes from its…
Fresh Start
it’s the eve of new year’s and it’s snowing – puffs of flakes in sugar cube sorrow clinging to the tips of frozen pussywillows – firm cotton-like wispy down clumps of cauliflower – observing people drunkenly careen across the whited out blacktop infants daring to take their first steps – they all have plans i’m…
Piecework Prose 