What I’ve Come to Love January 31, 2009

I dream that I see
a place where the killing is free.
We can do just one more thing.
We can have one last dance.
Maybe not for the cure,
or the fashionable casting of closing curtains
waiting, dusted, to reveal
that we never had a thing,
nothing to lose.
Maybe now it works.
Maybe now we’ll learn.
Maybe now we’ll be able to live
the love [...]

A Walk to the Circulation Desk January 28, 2009

The cement under my feet appears mechanically pressed. Fracturing like veins, vines, spreading out in hopes to reach the earth before the crumpling, crumbling effect takes place. My feet roll off the grain. I push along, my mind mirroring the restless trees wavering in the cowardice wind. Onward to the circulation of peoples. A place [...]

Backyard Tire Fires January 24, 2009

I’ve caught myself up in untangling
my veins and extremities
to assure I’d be able to see
properly the trees bending down
like catapults waiting
for the perfect tick of the clock
for a natural static -
renegade launch
The stink of rubber
sinks into my throat and
burns my lungs,
caught under the branches,
my hands are tied down
by the tire swing’s
twine

May God Breathe Deep Inside of Me January 20, 2009

As I’ve been sitting here I’ve found myself in the midst of wondering what it is that I really want of “me”, or the spiritual ‘being’ being birthed into this new feeling; refreshed and relaxed as I’ve lied myself over Winter’s frosted lips. She’s been keeping my heart cold, my [...]

Intent January 16, 2009

I’ve found that “nirvana” has brought freedom from pain and the suffering of this material world filled with diamonds, metal, and alcoholic teens loitering around the big “American” dream-type thing. Spectacles and situated razor-like teeth have taught me that not everyone is at risk for the maul of the [...]

Sleep Talk January 12, 2009

I fancy the tunes that keep me in ruin.
I developed the face of restless to rest behind mask.
We’ve recovered the keys to put down our heads,
focusing on rhetoric, or maybe the melody bed.

Where the Fireflies Go January 11, 2009

Upon the fourth hour after the twelfth I heard the devil sing to me,
“I need a soul, darlin’. Any soul of any kind.
I got a heart on fire, and a body needin’ sleep.
I need a soul, darlin’. I need to get a hold.”
And from my mistreated ears
I conjure a herd of words blaming every bit
of [...]

Advanced Reaction Without Reason January 9, 2009

I’ve been dragging myself through my last casting case of facing what it is I never knew I wanted. Or wanted whatever could possibly set me aside from troubling sleep and a wallow of breathing in the trees. I feel like the ghosts are demanding I leave their house and find my way outside of [...]