Lullaby epitaphs whispered in tones
Showing the impact of pilotless drones
A phantasm promise of much better days
Gave us our distorted error of ways
The sky and the sea, both majestic and blue
The boy had been hollow rose
Carved out from the hip bones of his mother
Beautiful as a choked out sob against silk pillows
Beautiful as a neck bent back swanlike to display the pulse
Beautiful as an ...
there will be a day when you will wake up, look in the mirror and have no facial features, not even eyes, and you’ll beg the question, “did i ever need them all this time?” and all of the politicians ...
some days i wake up,
walk outside, take a drive
and it feels like i am seeing
the world for the first time
some days i have no control over myself; i am ruled
by my sideburns
some days end
there is a flea
living in my hairy navel,
a queer little bug
named Francine from
finest tequila joint,
and he told me once
as i slept and dreamt of
high school book reports
that there is...
Inside this oven where i belong
I flip through pots and pans
going beyond what most mortals have.
I can smell how the butter leavens, my senses hide the secret code
that could replicate
So nice, so kind and pure. Once of what she was, 'til she found a new world, one filled with illusions and joy. She used these tiny pills as toys, knowing what they could do. Some might say she had no...
When nights are bright
And days are gloomy
Prize is scarce And silence roomy
Blues are mine
And minds loony
I break the surface
Set up new rules.
When ills are lively
And times are cold
Hope is scarce...
What should I tell you
Of the home you left behind?
Decked in blue and white uniform,
Dots the halls you once walked through.
Your game console,
Standing like a lone sentinel,
The Sun arising feasts the sleet of snow, Quenching yeast with water from its melt, Umb’ring the boreal bunny pelt, Emaciating winter cajoled b’low. The calendar marking solstice marks bazaar, Sapiens...
ebbs and flows of Times
and time again we aren’t
tall enough to reach the proverbially literal
while the metaphysical
sits closer much, mu...
My life is the cycle of dawn and dusk,
Lay bare to witness the repeat of life and death
Listen to my cry when the moon is high And withstand the beating drums of my desires and sins
I am marked with t...
As my skin goes cold with awe, I clasp my hands, in prayer, at the rainbow’s end. Perhaps, here, I will find the virtuous gold I’ve searched for in the prophets’ eyes. My chin folds sleepily into my c...
Imagine rolling a boulder up a hill, only to watch it fall again, All the while having a planet chained to your broken, bloodied back. And, if you ever stop to take a breath, a crow comes to tear out ...
An act of bondage with no safe word,
That thrives off your fear.
The more you scream, the more you shout—
The more enticing you appear.
Feeding off your vulnerabilities
It pins you to the gr...
There once was a window who had no name, but we just called him No
Named Tim. He is a very quiet window. No Name Tim is also very clean, for nobody comes to look outside of him and smudge their filthy...
Hear now the hidden song that resonates the archaic melody
The Chilling tone lost in time’s fleeting whisper Heaven weeps to the trumpet that heralds our destiny
So let the divine tune ring out from b...
Cutting off four inches And framing my face with a fringe of new identities I decided this sacrifice was necessary Because I desired change.
My hair had been personified Given a beautiful name
By a pe...