The empties are all around us They walk and talk like confidence But that is simply to fool us People consumed by pettiness They care more for appearance The newest style, The coolest friends, Love to them is... Continue Reading →
Blue-gray morning, Draped in shadows, Nothing moving; Ghostly ocean; Step outside, crunch boots on gravel, Feel the chill, heavy silence. Look up, pale sky and stark-edged land; Look down, surreal stillness and pillowed hills of white. Clouds of silver, Sit... Continue Reading →
When I see you, I want to lift you. Hard body smooth under my rough hands, your cold accepting my heat, you make me (k)ne(a/e)d you. But your soul is heavy in my hands; I adjust my grip and strain... Continue Reading →
I watch from underwater, trance-like, As my fellow humans destroy our home. I watch from beneath the waves, detached, As the first world shits on the third and calls it fair. I'm cursed with seeing life's injustices; At any... Continue Reading →
Driving through a downpour In a Texas suburb I pass Cookie cutter houses Probably with Cocoa butter hand soap; No different than the next family All controlled handily By societal expectations of happiness. Birth - life - death, School... Continue Reading →
An attempt at writing in choliambic meter, a meter pioneered by Hipponax, falling in the genre of iambus poetry. Hope you enjoy! Jealous Hera Jealous Hera, stop punishing the blameless, For what you had has gone, forsaken you. Gods once bent... Continue Reading →
He kissed her forehead, sweetly. I remember her. I remember her long, wavy hair, Soft against my nose as she pressed her forehead to my lips, Smooth skin warming my insides, Small hands laced together in the small of my... Continue Reading →
He lays on the table, unable to move. Awake and aware and scared, eyes rove around the room frantically looking for something to find but there’s nothing. They open him, painlessly and wordlessly extricating, cataloging the contents of his soul.... Continue Reading →
When I turn from the ambivalent night I know that my sycophant might Send apoplectic demons to fight My narcoleptic courage, Their hectic action, My mind's septic putrefaction. Would this mess end If my rigorous discipline lessened? Like Ouroboros's absolution... Continue Reading →
