sooo.. 

  so October 28th. the day before it had arrived pumpkin leaflets, summers leaving, volkswagon sedan on a drive gusts of season. flannels. & walks through 10pm suburbia nights blasts of orange harvest, olfactory senses concise. lakeside and beverly creak. Lake Nelson just over in reach the crossover between the fur elise and berry stems inContinue reading “sooo.. “

You’re Stephanie and I’m Paulette

blossoming beauty. bud bellowing britches we reap what we sow. i’m sorry, my harvest rescinded behold love at first sight, to love at last minute i melted my nucleus cause my base was acidic it’s not that we grew apart, we just didnt grow to begin with want to create a spark that embarks onContinue reading “You’re Stephanie and I’m Paulette”

Protected: then and now: im sorry. the gray just isnt beautiful to me anymore.

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July 19th, 1991.

all little boys need father figures not to be normal, or not to be sane. You wouldn’t turn on a lightswitch without seeing where all the conduits placed. You grow up with a fist full of hurt. A surge, like a missile, without hearing a ‘miss you’. But one thing is certain, nothing makes youContinue reading “July 19th, 1991.”

Don’t you get mad when there isnt’ a word that encapsulates your thoughts? So you write sonnets and songs, and poets and hymns, haikus and shit just to sorta capture it all?

sigh. the streetlight kissed your eyes & created an impression so pure. its whiteness i bring this up, bceause I fell in love by remembering my reflection off your iris. expression in its highest form, sensory designed to cure, destinies arrived. analyzed the sculpture, of course. – then vandalized your structure leaves falling aimlessly, inContinue reading “Don’t you get mad when there isnt’ a word that encapsulates your thoughts? So you write sonnets and songs, and poets and hymns, haikus and shit just to sorta capture it all?”

CONSONANT ART.

I don’t even care for breathing air, like A.) it’s clearly a mission. B.) Decided not to get angry today. It’s barely decision. Think life should be more grand than it is, but it isn’t. Can’t have regrets with being wrong, that’s why I love indecision. Sweater against chins, found myself looking for trouble. IContinue reading “CONSONANT ART.”

a parting glass, baby

the moment was so existentialist. I brought 3 apples. one for the both of us. & 1 for the road if it comes up I suppose we could split it undisclosed disposition. hanging from the hammock ropes in the stitching. there was hope, for half-robed demolition bungalow; almost out of a dream- quite a bitContinue reading “a parting glass, baby”

my last shot, i swear, man.

Sweared it’s my last shot. Promised it was. It was the electric flow to my conduits buzz. Been left alone, shadow unfollowed me. but, I got 40 ounces that say I’ve done everything but bottle it up. Hairs falling out, play a game, (because I’m so ugly, I’m fucking shot.) Count the follicles, ‘she lovesContinue reading “my last shot, i swear, man.”

SELSUN BLUE

groove to the classics, velveteen smooth, devilish antics. Never seen through my pirate themed ruse, or the skeleton captain. x-ray embellishing, developing cancer. The elephant in the room, and the rest is in captions. Subtitled. And the lexicons added, for your pleasurable view, gotta penchant for adlibs. Subdued, to my intelligence, say hello to theContinue reading “SELSUN BLUE”

close to regret

He doesn’t feel close to anything Friends are placeholders for emptiness He sings to himself while watering plants or he wants to. He doesn’t even grow plants Does thing he regrets, does things he doesn’t Regrets them both. Regret that he’s done it or did it, or was, or wasn’t. Heartbroken. For what? How doesContinue reading “close to regret”

at the doors

im in love with you, but I don’t want to be.
I blame you for my woes, but it isn’t you
you were just a tiny percentage
a smidgen of hope I hung unto, the glimmer
barely, there like the painting of glitter, the spark in the thinner edges of my mind
there was a hug you gave me once,Continue reading “at the doors”

Explosives can be a growth experience

tired of decomposing, dried up, my dreams are dozing my body has peaked the opus, through godly retreat. I hope. trying to feel a pulse, pariah that feels opposed pinching my gripe, controlling. picture my mind in solace pitching and writhing, gritting and grinding my teeth to focus witch-doctors reveal a poem, my palms haveContinue reading “Explosives can be a growth experience”

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