Like
on scattered words
in the space-time continuum,
my legs are wandering
on the stripes of a highway.

after the sonic boom
the bellowing pain,
on the dark coffee grounds,
I regret my life.

in a grotesque cycle
the last beat,
in our rushed minutes
the pulsating vision,

a caring mother treats
her tired child,
the loneliness covers me with a suffocating blanket ( Read more... )

3-12.14

Perspective

If you were to explain anorexia
         To a starving African children
                   Their minds would explode

Not with amazement
Not from astonishment
Not because their brain cells
         Unable to contain such ideas
                   Were forced to evacuate their membranes

No

Their minds exploded
( Read more... )

2/7/14

Confection>Starvation and Slavery

Confection is now society’s perfection
The Spike in my Veins is the fascination
Reason and truth are replaced by fashion and thrones
               That we put celebrity on
                       And then devour whole

But then we complain that our shit stinks
               That it’s too hard to ( Read more... )

There was this girl once, well a woman really. She fell in love, but she never knew it until it was too late. Now, you’re gonna look at me and say, “haven’t we heard this one before?” You may be right, but she was a special girl, she lit up the room and made everyone smile. She listened to your tears, wiped away your pains, and turned your ( Read more... )

i am not strong ( Read more... )

a shot rang out ( Read more... )

I am going to stop publishing my poems on communities because I am going to try to get them published in journals. Pretty much every journal requires that the work not be published in any form anywhere, including being found by Googling it. Thanks to those who have read/enjoyed anything I've written. If I'm correct, after about 6 months of ( Read more... )

Walking down a busy avenue ( Read more... )

I never knew my father ( Read more... )

What is this monstrous, sprawling thing ( Read more... )