I am sorryI know that I owe you an apologymy wine stained mind hasenough sense to say,That I know I owe you an apologyat some point I started tofade slowly away from youlike I was Marty McFlytrying to save my own lifeAnd slowly but surely watching myexistence erase and snub outI owe more to you,I … Continue reading Another Apology (and rightfully so)
It will leave you too...you think it's a permanent resident,The hole is all carved out,your chest, rare and bloodied,has become a tender testament tothe hollowness of the actions now taken;your heart you keep somewherein the back corner of the crisper,in the refrigerator with the carrotsand a half used, slightly molding, head of iceberg;But let me … Continue reading Losing the Soul
To follow in the footsteps of dozens of creative individuals; a stepping stool of wisdom, brought down slowly with words and time; To sweep the beams and buttresses of the overhead with thought; To see the world as spines as a series of circles and rhombi, broken down, layered, layered, layered; To know that reality … Continue reading Mark Ræl: An Introduction
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.
I'm letting it all rush over me, each molecule how the exasperation of the heat rubs off oh and the allowance of such a thing every complex covalent bond slipping warmly over my skin waiting for the inevitable fall and I wonder what part of them stays with me what is with what is without … Continue reading Shower and Steam