Carrots and Such

I am wont To forget the pattern: That those residing in my fridge, Cooling and crisping as they do, Will only see the bright of life, As death comes closer.

Advertisements

Apathy

It is done finished steps have been taken the signatures are signed with pens of hollow souls rolled up dollar bills and one cracked mirror two drops of blood, stretching to reach one another Adam and God sitting on a reflective Sistine Chapel fifteen minutes, sore, broken, dry, wiping away, nothing there, nothing there, nothing, … Continue reading Apathy

Over Thought Over

Trying to break down the patterns of the mind, the looping, reeling, wall of thoughts, that which builds up. I often see patterns in my writing, the looping, looping, loops, curlicues, even now with this pen to paper, paper and pen and paper and pen and paper and pen and paper and pen, I see … Continue reading Over Thought Over

The Intimacy of Death 

Do not fear me. And do not fear you. But do not be afraid to fear the intimacy of death. For there is something delicious roasting on the fire. There is a morsel of something Left for you by the fisherman Long gone to bed And the clock has struck some ungodly Single chime And … Continue reading The Intimacy of Death