Sports and Weather

  Stop the psyops. Call the cops. No. We’ll deal with it in our own house, our own streets, where good and evil meet. Try that in a small town, try eating the concrete. No sleep. Urban or rural, the divide’s alive. No more “boy”, or “girl”, just a strange malaise blazed like a new … Continue reading Sports and Weather

Wreckage and Flames

  It’s late and I’m overdrawn. Too drunk to think about withdrawals. Too early for me to call, but I look you up and stare at your picture. Makes me want to throw my phone away, but I can’t afford anymore mistakes. The straight and narrow arrows of misfortune have always been of my own … Continue reading Wreckage and Flames

Questions for the World

  What words, What song, or melody might prove this life in pen? What long road, or far off distant horizon? What touch? What skin? What breath, might open up my eyes a little wider? What color? What shape? What flavor might incite the revelation coming? The search always remains. Some say there is a … Continue reading Questions for the World

Overcomplicated

  Don’t overcomplicate it. It is what you make it. So many mistake it for what they want, and break it. Imagine standing naked in the dark and cold, dead hands grasping at you from the unknown. Imagine being trapped in famine and destruction. All the pain and disarray of total aggression. Remember when you … Continue reading Overcomplicated

Separation

  “The Truth is not alive out there.” The words strike hard. Piledriver revelations. I’m pulling on my boots, reaching for my coat, ready to grab my hat, and head out there to find it. Truth. “Don’t waste your time.” Your face bears a look between pain and derision. “There’s nothing left. It’s all been … Continue reading Separation

Harvest Dawn

  Is there any hope at all in the pale dawn? Threshing out what we’ve been growing all summer. Winnowing the harvest, wheat from chaff, Paradise from Purgatory. Leaning on the old scythe, muttering bits of scripture, even the reaper knows the signs read true. Old eyes see a new day. More work for idle … Continue reading Harvest Dawn

THe Garden of The Snake

. Trip into the garden of the snake. One more mistake that I have made. Words slide into each other. Brother, there’s no time to be afraid. Daylight beckons at my window. Night waits patient at my door. I tell you, friend, I’ve been waiting on the end, but I’m not waiting anymore. I can … Continue reading THe Garden of The Snake

Holding on for Autumn

  I can feel a coldness creeping in to your heart, like early mornings in late summer. I can see your eyes drifting in, like an abandoned ship sitting on calm waters. What is this? Is it time to let the forests of yesterday burn? Turns out the only way for new growth to take … Continue reading Holding on for Autumn

First Place (In a Loser’s Race)

  Some change, some day will take all the pain away. Until then have to stay, like a hunter on the chase. Some days, some ways feel more like prey. Something in pursuit and there is no end to it. Keeping just ahead of time is a losing race. Capturing the moment in mind is … Continue reading First Place (In a Loser’s Race)

Separation Anxiety

  Separation is always such sweet sorrow. Even long good-byes telegraph, but hit like an unavoidable blow. The moment comes complete with the scent of blood in the nostrils. The whining high of a sucker punch. Dodge it like in a dream, syrup slow, like long winter cold. The moment approaches, not like a locomotive, … Continue reading Separation Anxiety

Unplugged

   Can’t even see the sun. Can’t even hear the waves. Can’t even feel the wind. Can’t even stay in place. Seeing you look around, seeking for an escape. The expression on your face clearly indicates that you thought all of this was real. Wish I could turn you on, the way the information does. … Continue reading Unplugged

Burial at Sea

  Mourn in the light. Not solitary ghosts, but sparks congregating in the vast black to chase away darkness. Each light draws another, shimmering through water, blazing off granite cliffs, illuminating a solemn moment. Even when the sky burns clear, the conflagration draws life to it. No grief suffers alone, but it is met by … Continue reading Burial at Sea