Poetry

Killing conspicuous

I’m that dead tree standing sullen in a secluded summer grove waiting for winter to make me indistinguishable from my peers.

in pursuit of dead presidents

you took away the fruits of the womb, along with the dear heart I once promised 'forever' to, with your lies. all i ever…

Lies Told by a Metronome

With the smirk of a soulless sociopath, the metronome spreads vicious libels against the sanity of protoplasmic cadences. * The metronome is a jealous…

I hated Tamaqua

https://soundcloud.com/user-394055377/i-hated-tamaqua-live I hated Tamaqua and the early morning light in sleepy eyes the leftover drunks wandering around the gazebo the food stamp fat ass…

& as far from

spiegel im spiegel

an ocean of inquiries, curious inspections, questions swelling since that primordial day of light when our minds first opened their eyes will, one day,…

Gateleg Table

Walnut with turned legs That unfold in a triptych For dining or card play. Carried in an ox-cart from Minnesota To a Dakota homestead.…

My doctor said to play with my cat as a coping mechanism to prevent my suicide

My doctor said to play with my cat as a coping mechanism to prevent my suicide but neither one of us feels like playing…

Call this

I guess you saw it coming I guess you'd marked the edge well as we walked the path failure is its own reward I…

Pageantry

saying goodbye

reading Leonard Cohen by candlelight, visualising bonfire night, your birthday were you still alive under that streetlamp, we could walk together to your bench…

if your death were a myth

it could be fashioned of iridescent plumage, gilt and crimson, a phoenix in transition, transformed, unbeaten