Sarajevo

only the good die young, she said, on her way to Sarajevo I saw her face again in a former life. As the rain spatters against my window pane I am reminded of the love which left a stain that just don’t wash away. As she walked away, I felt a tidal wave, I dreamed this day, but in the dream it did not go this way but that’s life I guess I know. Flying cranes and paper planes remind of her voice it was like swimming in the daffodils and surrendering to all you fought against I wish there … Continue reading Sarajevo

42417

It’s all slipping.  It’s sliding.  Incongruous.  Untoward outwardly forward.  Mellifluous.  I put my skin on backwards to see myself from the inside, out.  I wonder what went through that medical supervisor’s mind when his employee shot him.  “Hey, this is what I am on the inside.”  I don’t know.  It’s fucking tragic.  I dislike quite a few people, and I have some former employers I despise, but to take a life over some job?  Poor soldiers.  Taking lives is their job.  I like the smell of lilacs and jasmine.  Fragrances are soothing.  Nuclear winters in Korea.  Skiing in a HASMAT. … Continue reading 42417

Verdant

The verdant L shape of lonely imbued with a hazy heart of ache criss-cross applesauce demure in the aftermath of sorrow tomorrow shout it out loud indelible paint splattered on the walls of my empty pocket soul In the remaining of light the reminder’s silhouette is a dark beauty bend my will and contort to form the verdant L shape of lonely tattooed with 50 words for mistake when the adhesion fails to take what is a lonely to do I beseech you to mend my truth I have lost the togethers apart from the forevers and settled into all of … Continue reading Verdant

Gestalt

Grasping convolutions anything will do really corrugated steel rictus pulls at corners a shadow play in ritual dusk down another glass of slow derision at the nearest watering hole wondering how and why I am unholy reconcile I’m alone with the pictures we both inhabit I could not hold the fire so now I choke on smoke and bathe in ashes my breath stinks of rebellion my words are heavy and low, lo unto tomorrow riveting the compunction to depart the now the how and when of it matter little respond to extinguish the embers of my love, of your … Continue reading Gestalt

Poetry Is Me

Aurora, bore me Alice fled from my responsibilities with a stolen smile and a London overcoat sickly sweet surrenders and citron martinis just another Armageddon Wednesday gaunt debutante sambas your salsa burns baby where I go will you follow me to show me all I can never know? grandfather of no one miasma of that great era it tears at tears and fears forests of folly fending famished fiends of fire hydrochloric acid words educate my body in your ways I am feeble and scrambled like a short wave under water running a hustle, bustle slinging my game out on … Continue reading Poetry Is Me

suffer

the ashes of the undertow disperse leaving us feeling futile agnostic reintroduction to the divine caring for the lost we strive to fill the loss with cherries and hand grenades I blame you no matter the cost insouciant male pedigrees dilapidate our once treasured stories of peace and pieces there was a forest now no more only scenic noir fostered by hell’s children advent the process of elimination and strangle my foothold with your bony fingers the touch of squirming eels incarcerate the canon of dust fall further into the frontier of nothings and distaste my Shadow looms above my … Continue reading suffer

Heavy

And it’s all so heavy.  Burden of mine embedded.  It sticks like a low spring evening in Georgia, suffocating, full of old ghosts and drab speech.  There’s cheese-wire cutting through my muscles, fire ants in my bones.  Worms eating my guts, spiders behind my eyes.  Noises so loud it is the earth sundering, no, the collapsing of a star. Heavy.  My heart is on fire and my mind blanketed by winter snow.  I have been crucified but unlike the saviour, I cannot die.  Moving into a half-waking stupor.  I engage in the act of living, but it is a poor … Continue reading Heavy

Human

configuring the distance of an instance in an instant metaphysical caresses coalesce into guesses and the current currently stresses the truth of the veracity of the false because causes are causing such waves I am afraid to be capsized by the fears that are made the best guess is to find some comfort in what love is around you and surrounds you with the feelings of safety and to encourage those feelings too, in those who find themselves in two Sense is sensing the insistence that all these persisting notions are just temporary commotions I have to believe that relief … Continue reading Human

Homage

Homage play the dimpled down players and dulcet toned naysayers they want to push it, feed shit, under grit sand bone force fit downtime with the metronome ugly malcontent, half-spent allegory breathing life where there was none before a yellow door, another whore no wife where there was one before Impersonate the impersonators to elevate your charitable collage Intrude upon the thistles sharkskin boots shining like the predators they once were soles find windpipes pop like tarts getting toasted on cold nights in an opioid gulag suburb callous calculations cogitate upon the sum of one in your best homespun even … Continue reading Homage

Penumbra

Dedicated to survivors of domestic violence and sexual abuse.  My prayers and sorrow are with you.  You are warriors, all. set the scene blue ambiance with pale ambivalence a certain moral turpitude conducted with panache aghast, but abide take it all, in stride HIDE I am penumbral eclipsed deposed by disposition ruefully relegated to tidal gray or grey dependent upon your gravitational mood this day baleful and ruinous this love professed As I suffer harmful hands bladed words piercing ears heart soul reaping ravages depraved seeping chi slowly bleeds into my pride the thorn in my side is the fang of a … Continue reading Penumbra