feathered droppings
on rippled saline
yield. go. stop.
red bars of fours
ones and threes
show the doomed destiny
of a romantic
with too much pride
and none to spare
rolling around in grotesque
attraction
while dipair piles in
razorblade lines on
dead branches
and i sit
counting the candles
until love crawls
under the covers
and turns out the

just another pretty face
in a city of poets
waiting to be discovered
under torn t-shirts and old
baseball cards.
or discarded.
either better than the
purgatory of twenty-two
on yellow sundays of
star-spotted ink to
show how i'm so special
just like everyone else.

half-steps in soil ed
cotton socks
in a pretty how town
with no ups or downs
grey snow
nipping on heels of
wednesdays and lattes
tease gradeur
taunt running shoes
with the stench of
sugary mediocrity
and what am i
but chlorine bleach
and apple pie?

sixty degree snow
piling in an
empty bottle
rotting derelict
among beggar and thieves
compost potpourri
of a human being
ugly, rank
ambitious and romantic

woolen gestures
of rusted love
crawl erase
silk stories
linen snapshots
to burlap movements
void
because feeling is immaterial
and thats the one i want
but just one...

fangs gnaw
shredding callus
hearts loving what
cannot be with
morning-after clothes
and night-before regrets
spill over bedsheets
kick off dust from
useless wishes
useful wrappers
renew confidence that
the world is shit
and
love is a fairytale

e7 midnite
blurrrrrs boardom
and boars wholes
threw my skull
dwindling my self insurance
two a to beer deductible
and
no shirt, no shoes,
no condom, no service
wear i crawl into bed
and wait...

mealworm luncheon
under
splatterpaint ceiling
melting on
a new face to
hide
from the world
and mundane good fortune
fills my cup with
rancid nectar.

death does not startle me
i was dead
and, so, too, were you.
lets hold hands
dance on grave tops
because i found my soul
hiding in eye sockets
and yours slinking in ribcages

resonating silence
pacing fleshy mounds
valleys
treacherous fluids
i go with the very great gods
the dark ones
but do not offer anything of myself
and, indeed
i cannot see much in here