Humor I Guess…

it's funny it's some kind of joke, a sick, laughing matter- when I think about my romantic hang-ups, I don't think about the anger, the painted pain and numbing drugs; I don't think about the venom, the magical manipulations; I don't think about the pitfall, the sudden drop out of love; I don't think about … Continue reading Humor I Guess…

Grilled Cheese and Love

I used to think that love was a kind of layered, unfolding, blooming function of life, something that you would treat with care; like when you pull a freshly made grilled cheese apart, carefully but intensely; I thought, you could draw out the process as long as you were able; or rather, you would draw … Continue reading Grilled Cheese and Love

Deconstructed II

Me, I will slowly pull myself apart: fingernails, heart, vocal folds, tendons; I will pour my liquids into a bucket: blood, water, stomach acid, urine; I will section and cube myself out, a series of Lego building blocks, multiplying to smaller bits as I focus; the energy in one pile the matter in another; the … Continue reading Deconstructed II

A Scream Echoing from Sleep

When it all comes crashing down, really all comes crashing down, you won't be here. Your son will be in his forties, something will spark and the killing will start, the open forests of our country will darken with blood, small fires will burst from spark, souls will flood abandoned homes they will find their … Continue reading A Scream Echoing from Sleep

Waiting for the Words (time slippage)

Time slips idly by me, as if it were some child shushing, hushing and tip-toeing to the balcony's overlook into the living room, early on some Christmas morning the small toes forgetting the intention of the creep by the excitement of taught, reflective wrapping paper. And I sit, thinking simply about how to express my … Continue reading Waiting for the Words (time slippage)