it’s my inner voice. bragging and shy. so very coy abruptly impassioned in its perilous joy panicking. sulking. abdicate holiness. i salivate at the thought of having you hold me heartbeat in my abdomen slowing rapid eye movement. palindrome dreaming what is the meaning? we battle of the Alamo’ed the last of mohicans i lamentContinue reading “Palindrome Love: A Poem of Reversal and Regret”
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My Mother Used to Say: Loneliness and Faith
Hi. I’m okay. My name is … (private exchange) Oceanic delight, Mariana Trench – let’s lie on the waves Get lied to with promises as you wave your goodbyes The “we’ll soon see each other”s, the “I can’t wait to arrive”s Gesticulating giant, wide-eyed naivety shines Juan Valdez roast – a vagabond’s variant vibe CashContinue reading “My Mother Used to Say: Loneliness and Faith”
I Know What I Need: The Quest for Fulfillment Amidst the Turbulent Rapids of Existence, Where Inner Desires Clash with External Realities
I don’t know what I want, Whether it’s surface dwelling alone at the swamp Or an oak in a marsh, soul-searching proverbial want. We’re more or less spawns of monsters nobody needs, You were my star-spangled banner, and I was taking a knee. Subterranean breeze, vitamin pond, still smell your perfume, Every once in aContinue reading “I Know What I Need: The Quest for Fulfillment Amidst the Turbulent Rapids of Existence, Where Inner Desires Clash with External Realities”
Fötter Day Reverie: Suburban Breeze and Whispered Dreams
You can hear the suburban chime, zirconia vertebrae, pearly white spine. Glass thrown in stone houses, a regular suburban night, whirring, rewinding. Chronicled childhood in olive drab paint, monocle glass. Wormwood and bottles of Shawshank dissolute solitude. A wanderer who wallows in the maze en route, delaying for tomorrow, never promised today. A virgin diary,Continue reading “Fötter Day Reverie: Suburban Breeze and Whispered Dreams”
NISSAN SENTRA 2013: Adagio for Strings and Broken Hearts
Adagio for strings, invite me to your quartet, Violin unhinged, idling super star set. There’s such a brazen touch with the brush Of true dishonor, get lost in the wade of war, Or rust in your suit of armor, lust for reclusion In the midst of battle. I heard you whisper to yourself Before youContinue reading “NISSAN SENTRA 2013: Adagio for Strings and Broken Hearts”
Skylit Lighthouse: Watching Our Eyes Meet Our Lips
We spent an hour alone, watching our eyes meet our lips. My revolver’s extinct, extinguishing meandering thoughts, Cradled across indifference, right into addiction, Deference to malice, rosebud digitalis reborn, a grin. While I think about things I haven’t before, Soaked in grimace and gin while I’m singing along, Philosophers’ physics, you had me at ‘gone,’Continue reading “Skylit Lighthouse: Watching Our Eyes Meet Our Lips”