Wet Blacktop

A low fog clings to the ground, eerily lit by a sliver of moon and itinerant street lights. The streets are slick with rain, more a mist than a downpour.   The pavement blacktop soaks up the light, soaks up the blood, soaks up the sin, revealing nothing, except where it collects water in the … Continue reading Wet Blacktop

But, The Man in The Moon…

  I can only lead as far as I know how. I can only fly on the wind that blowing. I’m no alibi, I’m a knot in your throat when you try to speak those saving syllables.   I’ve been weak, weaker than you need. Stronger than you deserve, but life’s funny like that. Ask … Continue reading But, The Man in The Moon…

Don’t Look Back

Yeah, this drags on and on. The slow burn, the sickness touch. Keeping intimate and fair, at least in that the hate is equal.   Never asked. Never told. Try to be somebody. Respect. Reply. Rejected applications. Fired up, cocaine residues. A past backed by dollar bill inner tubes.   Grasping at straws has always … Continue reading Don’t Look Back

In Free Fall

I caught myself in a free fall, it felt like zero gravity. Infinite bliss.   In the absence of a plan, run towards chaos and kill everything; such a simple axiom. Better to be dead than to speak words that are blameless.   In between the sky and the ground is every opportunity.   I … Continue reading In Free Fall

Roads to Nowhere

All my lines are truncated, even the vibrant ones. I trusted my dreams once, now, I fear the good ones. Sometimes I miss the nightmares. The cruel, the terrifying; at least they made me fond of the waking world. The way the fear and then the affection left me, leaving me cold.   Betrayed by … Continue reading Roads to Nowhere


Pulse Black Pulse Blue Pulse The rhythm Pulse Blood Pulse The feeling Pulse Hot Pulse Be ready.   Even as the sun goes down, street lights glisten in the rain. Falling forever, falling tonight, driving our motives.   Slick with sweat, bodies wet with anticipation. Deep underground, in out chests, the reverberation.   Pulse Touch … Continue reading Pulse

Designer Sunglasses

  There were days when my eyes would not adjust to your brilliance. I hid them behind designer sunglasses and did my best to avoid your gaze. You stood a full head taller that everyone at every party. you loved to be loved, loved to be feared and you certainly didn't mind being hated.   … Continue reading Designer Sunglasses

A Human Centipede

I watched you crawl into dark spaces, lithe and contorted, like some many-legged insect. Absolving yourself of all your little disgraces, those little white lies that became an infinite void.   I saw you feed on pain and devastation. I saw what  a diet of shame and guilt could do. You, who I once believed … Continue reading A Human Centipede

The Big Reveal

Delicate. A ray of light breaks through my fingers, hands in a warding gesture. Breaking the beam denies my option anonymously, no strength behind it.   It's as if, with a wave, you've taken away all of my trepidation, all my insecurity. Nothing more dangerous, or alien to me; these types of emotions blind and … Continue reading The Big Reveal

Love and The Perfect Nothing

Light invades into my perfect nothing, illuminating the hallowed empty, absolving me of rumors of capacity, showing only absence and void.   "Where do you keep your tragedy and longing? Where do you store your hatred and self-doubt? Where do you hide your pain and humiliation?"   I don't. I give it all back to … Continue reading Love and The Perfect Nothing

The Night Watchman

Even the good things lose their kindness in the fading evening light. I stare blankly out the window, losing hope with every breath. I fade like winter's shadow, when the spring comes 'round again. I'm a pauper and a plagiarist, stealing time in my own skin.   I have walked between the doorways of Heaven … Continue reading The Night Watchman