it starts to be really easy for me to feel shot down. i mean, a lot of times i probably say things to get a reaction and then it's the wrong one and i'm like shell shocked. it could be anyone who does this. i mean, not just my friends, but my family and my coworkers. it's messed up, but what's messed up about it, how easily i am bruised or that ( Read more... )

nathless i have been a tree amid the wood ( Read more... )

it is this it is that which makes me feel this and then that ( Read more... )

step into static
separations
electric pooling
kinetic swift
beneath my sleep.

i keep finding dollars on floors and wondering what that means ( Read more... )

in bleak uniformity
preparations were in order to perform
the most contrived of tasks.
a painstaking reluctance was
the concern of
my subject:
numb, etherized, without apprehension
i receiving once vital now sterile pale responses to my needy prod
and thus a bloodless affair
on my operations of yesterday.

you make a snakebite
and i'll exhale
an arrangement

in the soliloquy of this mind
a simple sigh
fires
many a vapid cloud
and
with certainty
i am
stoicly compiled
though
inadequately equipped
to defend this
specific estrangement.

it's coming on like a comet
shooting holes
through
these atmopheric gaps
that are
sweltering sulphuric
residue
over my enlightened galactic
acid.

this is the path i took
on the morning of when
i left your love
and months shed weightless
beneath my callused palm

where once i'd found so
heavy now gentle
now slender
with ease.