Morning coffee (worth)

The cup rests softly on the kneeAn image of quiet calmI can see the caffeinated steamrising up along the rimsome is not so brave, some loses itsfaith to flyit pulls itself cool and condensedback to the rimback to the beads that sit undisturbed,Slowly gaining weight,feeling gravity pull on themThe inevitablefallhow it cools the contents of … Continue reading Morning coffee (worth)

Another Apology (and rightfully so)

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)

Losing the Soul

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

Matt Silva: An Introdution

A man of shape and tone, muscle flowing soft as if muscle could; as only muscle could; Gentle eyes, holding back a deep seeded kindness, and an eternal question begging to be answered; He stands quiet, as if imitating a sculpture, then the smile, the glint behind the teeth of a secret only he could … Continue reading Matt Silva: An Introdution

A March to Stop.

i will i will write i will write i will right left right left right left right i will prick the pin against the skin and bring the ink to surface i will draw it long against the teeth and send a message type O positive something you will not forget the dirty little Richards … Continue reading A March to Stop.

Cataloged

"What's on your mind, _________?" "What's happening?" something needs to be cataloged every minute, Taken into account, the importance of a moment as it passes through some lens of organic matter. We capture the best parts ((what we see as the best parts) and what do we do?) and we turn it, paint it, color … Continue reading Cataloged

Ice

It's stretched thin, like how I imagine water feels when it is frozen too quickly; as a whole, just a cube of cold matter, slightly larger than it was, something perfect for hot, Early September in the South West, on closer inspection, this water is screaming from expansion, swollen beyond recognition by fellow molecules. but … Continue reading Ice

Orbit

We're floating through it all, you know? by "it all" I guess I mean some ¬†scattered particles here and there We're just a larger bit of condensed-ness falling asifthereweresomething thatcouldpushusapart otherthanourownselfishness we think of our invulnerability launching fire to the heavens crushing great comets preparing to bleed them dry knowing that it would only come … Continue reading Orbit

Twenty-Three (or “Twenty-One” Revisited)

Twenty-three. Twenty-two. He's the age of shocking discoveries. Pushing himself to limits that set him back into loops of ecstasy and months of couch ridden recoveries. Drowning himself in lavender and tea tree oil, he meditates his brain into a submissive pulp and the world smiles back by slowly and softly responding to every fifth … Continue reading Twenty-Three (or “Twenty-One” Revisited)