Saturday, May 28, 2011

Glorious Gloom

late love, with courage,
traced and faded with a foolish eye;
the redemption feels like fog, like frenzy,
like soft muted mornings I can barely long for
I slink too easily like an array of clouds
across Kerouac's tomb, a widow to black.words
that once felt cotton
and kiss
love's ordained dream; stately
in its space between two breathing windows,
one open, one wanting to be,
watching for a poet
to write epiphanies in a prism
to add color to the soul of an inanimate creature,
such as myself,
caught in the loom of nothing to speak
I am lonely
for the innocence of sacred life

Tuesday, May 17, 2011


eleventy elevens
and shooting stars
and true cries of the whippoorwill
at the 13th stroke of midnight

all useless fantasies,
old wives tales, if you will;
naught but the vain imaginations
of the hopeless

like asking you...
for anything at all

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Cupped Hands

The words
You spill to paper
Flow like water
Off ravaged pages
From cupped hands
I drink your sorrow
Bitter sips of pain
Full to bursting
I break
The volume
Of your despair
Undamns me
I spill over
Tears from my eyes...

Monday, April 4, 2011

On Rainbows Bend

I abandoned my ambition
When you cheerfully choked
My passion out
Bottled it
Swallowed it
Regurgitated it on my shoes
By my own aspirations
I hung my noose on the rainbows bend
I can't survive
In damaged dreams...

Saturday, March 19, 2011

His Hazy Horizen

Day in, day out
They are all a blur
When longsighted fantasies
Never focus on day to day

And the steady hiss
Of paved over rivers
Calls me through

A riptide current
From the soul

It’s amazing how the miles
Eat holes in the soles
Of the fee of a man knows
Should be dragging

But even hot asphalt
Reflects the blue of the sky
When you look far enough ahead
Of yourself

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Butterflies Are Killing Me.

I just realized
The thought
Of my life without you
...still hurts...
I can still feel your presence
Hidden in the shadows
Of my mind
Of my.heart.
And like a severe trauma to the skull
The impact of you
It seems I can't have
What we should have had
(I miss what we had)
I don't know how to make this feeling
Stop trying to scrape its way out of my ribs
Because I want to fucking
...The butterflies are tearing my heart to shreds...
And it feels so good to bleed

Monday, January 24, 2011

Short Bus To Hell

**I am so going to Hell for this if I wasn't already, since I'm going, lets see how many I can offend on the way there**
Some one tell God to turn up the thermostat
His secretary won’t answer my prayers
She just gives me this message …….Hail Mary full of grace ………The Lord is with thee …………After the beep
I blame her virginity Cold, uncaring angst, from only watching the nails go in
It must be why she’s such a bitch
Loyal to God, cums when called, doesn’t do what she’s supposed to
A typical doG I’ll send a post card from Hell to St. Peter at the Gates
It will read ………Our Father who art in Heaven …………Hollow be thy name …………..
Thy kingdom cum, turn up the sun ……………..
Lead me not into damnation, but deliver me from …………………This cold …………
You lied when you said Hell was a lake of fire …………
.It’s a fucking State, named MAINE XoXoXoXo….
Your favorite Heathen, Me