I often bite my lip ( Read more... )

 a torrid silence
violently escapes
the face of an unknown god

the thought
is lost

Everyone is armed ( Read more... )

I am the house of cards that falls hardest.
paper squares that fall with aim
like drunken, fatherless, paper cranes.
a drain to anyone else but me.

The cornerstone of the empath.

It's in between your arms.
Heavy.
No one ever really means to take it this far;
are you ready?

We all be but only
lonely beggars
whenever we
lose.
And virulent leeches
as we consume.

It's a bullet in the teeth.
Unfolding deep beneath
and behind;
climbing north.

So here you will always find yourself, too.

Just
as the circle remains unbroken,
so too a sphere can protect;
protracted in cyclical boundaries
we sift and collect
our hands from the ocean.

and when we find
we are asleep

there is no time
for punctuation.

Just
as the circle remains unbroken,
so too our dreams can intersect;
traced on the soles of our feet
as they touch the earth.

this optical illusion ( Read more... )

One last phonecall,
Theremin melody;
Kids calling out:
A sheer drop
Off that biogenous rock.
That white chalk,
In a rainbow on the sidewalk.

Yellow dust on the pew ( Read more... )

Smell green grass ( Read more... )