Episodes
‘rock salt’
it built back in ’78 and never stopped. inches to feet, feet to yards, yards to an ever-accumulating expanse of miles. treacherous traveling but who ever thought to shovel the journey from beneath their eyes. howling winds the limbs seemed to withstand, trunks sure and strong my god did the lineage ever get it wrong. the dna never made to carry this mess the cells like glass impacted by the blocks kept by one and to one another. i remember the drifts the wind made the image of...
Published 03/13/24
‘bring your christmas decorations in’
fickle february melts then brings back the snow
under a dead eye i walk counter-clockwise
time flies with the crow and at the corner
a myriad of directions
only one choice.
baby jesus left outside
from the manger did he make much noise
i sympathize
shunned for reliance upon my own voice
does plastic skin still tremble
will it ever warm
taken inside?
mary and joseph say the wind slays
on days like these
i...
Published 03/12/24
‘have pain, will travel’
these high hats make funny shadows of my hands
three for the price of one
like auras illustrating the way i feel
dark, grey and just a whisper.
i have no business writing under this light
it will only f**k up my sight, really
but anyone wondering what i might be up to
will bear witness to my laborious squinting,
my dogged approach, and not realize
the sheer amount of despair i carry.
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Published 03/07/24
‘when will she’
she brought the woods into my heart
but she insists on standing
outside our forest
this lone tree without sun
this bent thinking of hers.
when will she realize
she has every right to sky
and no seed goes punished.
of all the limbs i could choose
i choose hers to wait under
and when it becomes too much
i’ll cup all she spills
and gently nourish her roots.
when will she learn
whichever way she leans
is the direction i am...
Published 03/05/24
‘curtain’
veiled silence enlightens the nuances
tonight a young woman appears animate,
she is pale and fainting by inches,
i know, my cranial base a window
but without the view.
what covers my eyes a phantom illusion;
she’s security issues while i
a letter without return
,
address and in this imaginary flesh
i try. the abyss comes forged in alabaster
not the barely sufficient perpetuity
for which i strive.
the woman loves a charmer but i am
a workshop, solemnity...
Published 02/29/24
‘corner’
i don’t want to be here anymore.
i’m not afraid to admit it.
i’m not afraid to say it.
i’m tired of the constant dismissals.
i’m tired of actions not matching the words
the cowardice, the absolvement of blame,
the walking away like i hardly ever mattered,
or was, or will be.
i’m tired of my role.
i’m tired of my mask.
i’m tired of writing in a pad
whoring myself under the pimp of a hand.
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Published 02/28/24
‘komorebi’
for once i lost the words. for once all in my world drew its breath. you, cross-legged atop your blanket, me, little boy bursting from my chest. the portrait brushed around us so lush in pause. “on my final day this is where i wish to end,” but a playful frog took my thoughts before i vented. and the lake you longed adopted i immediately made my own, a mirror i had lacked all my life. my throat hitched. i turned my back so you wouldn’t see. you know me, my leaky eyes, my...
Published 02/23/24
'final test'
drink till all goes spinning
riches a combustion within the head
rejuvenated spark a circle
an expression of deafness,
immediately night flutters
and a pedestal
above the strange and fantastic,
this imperceptible ghost.
multiplied the fall
a stiff wire my shadow jumped
top bottom, almost incarnate,
now the others disorient
the pale of my spirit and regrets
like a hasty man’s mistakes.
but my own, severed, twitching
and awakened;...
Published 02/20/24
(volume up)
‘no title’
left hand receives.
the universe’s temperament
presses with its giving hand
against my throat.
why did i come here to drink?
assessment of my days
like a piano hits the wrong notes.
four stools down the maestro
taps a blue pen. unforgivingly.
jesus bathes under mosquito corpses.
the last draft of my story
requires a final edit.
with a whoosh the front door opens,
so quiet as it...
Published 02/15/24
‘in a hotel away from eyes’
the haunt is recognizable staring back
i know this from when i was young
the father, the son, neither ever holy,
like stray dogs followed the ghost
of which so many but now only one.
the watch gone missing
though like cicadas the spinning hands
buzzed and interrupted unseen thoughts,
until finally manifested too late.
“i don’t want to die”
but by then cancer claimed him,
a cheap stripper
breasts squeezed together for a last fleshly feel.
lately...
Published 02/08/24
‘the light in the dark’
every story has a start. so this is what that is. a start. or maybe this is the end, because a start does not necessarily begin cleanly. so this might very well be the start of the end. and if you think i’m being poetic, i’m not. i think i’ve reached the point where i can be honest and say i’m existing, and that’s just not life, right? every day struggling to find meaning while excuses add up. why am i staying when my worth has been proven less? it’s a bitter pill...
Published 02/05/24
‘abditive’
part of the sham is participating in it. so pour the masquerade like a cold one into glass. drink it slow or fast. doesn’t matter because the bloat will follow you home. all they say heads your way but never is it meant for you. like bubbles children try to snatch from july sky, it floats just close enough to delight then gone. every one of those conversations a soap slick residue atop your skin. nothing short of an unnatural phenomenon. so stick it out with that glassy smile...
Published 07/19/23
‘and i know’
and i know
that you don't want
what i want
anymore.
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Published 07/06/23
‘approaching’
the moon approaching
the transformation begins
this beast now a wilder thing.
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Published 07/03/23
it’s nearly summer vacation so now what’s your excuse??
‘can’t stop me’
when i get the call
that my daughter’s school
is closing due to inclement weather
i stay up late
and drink like it’s the first day
of summer vacation.
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Published 06/20/23
‘piggies’
and just like that
she makes her feet
home in my lap
says boy rub my piggies
i came a long way for your palms
well i never
had no market
now i’m stocking shelves
i wanna keep her fed and
i love her tongue in my mouth
so she tastes me inside out
and knows she no longer walks alone
and if my baby wants me
i’ll carry my baby home
i am home, i am home
for my baby
i am home, i am home
for my baby
and just like that
she steals my heart
away in her...
Published 06/14/23
the bottles, the empty bottles…
‘at 2am’
i'll put this as succinctly as i can:
you treat me like shit.
disguise your shortcomings if you must
(and you must)
preach the honor of your duty
(i no longer listen)
the only role i have ever asked
is that you actually see me
instead you have left me wayward
twisting in restless sleep
drowning in bottles;
i am not above saying
i have failed.
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Published 06/09/23
someone teach me the reasons and not the lesson…
‘filipendulous’
tired. spell it. two vowels and thirty-three bowed vertebrae like overpacked luggage from my spine. i’m good keeping possessions but what i own ain’t mine. a chest with a hole and no room to fit in. one more scotch or bourbon don’t ask for reasons i wouldn’t know where to start and if i did you wouldn’t listen. a shadow scabbed over shouldn’t be picked. so what to do when the lies itch? hard work pays off in the end, my...
Published 06/07/23
and this is why i love writing from bars.
i think i need to go on tour…
‘she’s just angry’
cries:
he used me
he took all the best
i was.
she sucks angry on her cigarette
the way she sucked angry
on his dick.
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Published 06/01/23
moments are few but here is my one…
‘avoidance’
mother and father took the tines to my eyes but never time to soothe my tongue and so much of my embryo goes unanswered like why did i grow into who i am and why do i see now what i’ve been blind to before and who the f**k nourished me when most obviously my bloodlines ran thin? i am not yours and clearly i am so wayward how could i ever put forth a signal to be heard? generations ensuing my cells will never know the pliancy of my flesh...
Published 05/31/23
perfectly whole yet not quite together…
‘monachopsis’
a thousand interlocking pieces yet none hold the smooth to slip me in. a shape with projection i seem to push the mass away. even if we lock would i ever want to conform to your spatial monotony? i hear what you’re saying but it’s falling on deaf ears. you want me here but a path leads from the sash i’ve left open. inch turned to gap. the draft never turned your head to notice so neither will the guilt when i move on. it’s a pretty...
Published 05/24/23
‘death no matter’
these people
they think i die to drink
no, no friends
i drink to die.
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Published 05/23/23
do you stay well after the curtain drops…?
‘playbill’
fifth act. we find our protagonist once fool now hanged man center stage and all unfolding behind eyes does so unaware of severed cords to facial expression and while heart trembles worrisomely to outcomes beyond measure he’ll suspend expectation and keep forever his surrender
waiting.
'playbill'
a poster announcing a theatrical performance
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Published 05/18/23
where are the fresh voices and deliveries?
why is so much presented for the eyes
and not crafted from the heart?
‘beacon’
we live in a world
of posers and followers
desperate for the
free and brave
to liberate us
from all the shit.
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Published 05/16/23
he’s interesting—
he’s well-traveled
he’s a musician on weekends
he’s single
but he’s not my type.
i listen to her words
and shake my head sadly
knowing she’ll find a reason
to take him up on a night out.
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Published 05/12/23