Tag: poetry

  Dark mornings come. Such a funny way to hope. Coffee ground and you’re down on the upside again. Shiver as the air gets colder. That warm bed calls you, but it’s a lonely kind of solo. Stare out the window that reveals nothing, but darkness and Polaris calling. A few more minutes and it’s … Continue reading Polaris Calling →

  Ask me if it’s enough. I’ll tell you it never was. Summer’s gone and we’re still going strong, at least it seems that way to us. Deep down, we both know we’ve missed the stars at night, and all those sins we take in will never be satisfied. Another July burned, and August turned … Continue reading Summer’s Gone →

  Curious. Never fell into uniform. Row house tan, ubiquitous. Clever one undone. Caught up in the rise and fall. As long as night comes our lives are all tidal. Try as I might, burn bright, but always lose my lighter. Stone streets, forlorn in the pre-winter atmosphere. Is being different more important than just … Continue reading Tidal →

  It isn’t what you think. Dismiss it, oh, so easily. Either a daisy, or a rattlesnake. Neither one contemplated. The flower exists in the field, and the eye notes its color. The serpent lives out in the same place, its colors keep it concealed, and you disregard its existence, until you hear it, out … Continue reading Where it Lives →

  I can’t do this numb. Day to day, feeling stupid, dumb. Fade away on every single one. Don’t want this anymore. Yeah, I’ve seen some. Sweat it out. The cold up north don’t touch the heat down south. Brown water town. No one forced the words in my mouth, but I drink them down. … Continue reading Brown Water Town →

   To tell the truth and wound myself and everything around me, or sow a garden of bullshit flowers and smile. Fingers rest upon the keyboard, tongue ready to push out victory, or heresy. A riddle of the world might ask, “If all our ties that bind are more truth that lies?” Falsehoods interbreed with … Continue reading The Liar and The Knife →

  Fury of the unacknowledged screams across morning’s final umbrage. Dissident dawns. Long derided requiems seeking appointment. Ignorance akin to slander. What must it take to wrench eyes skyward? To taste of the burning fascination that is the incumbent star. Rage as the day is mocked. Heads turned face down into a false light. Solaris … Continue reading Ignorance Day →

  Eyes open, split like my mind’s broken. Spilling out all that I am, like a ripe melon in the hot summer sun. Body doesn’t listen. Just complains, like a vain teenager, but with twice the problems, and half the virility on a good day. Lungs strain to breathe, the air that sits so thick … Continue reading Black Pill →

  Torn and rent, the old flag still flies atop the buildings, behind gates of wrought iron. No simple symbol, once woven by hand, but now spun of strong polyesters, so that its colors do not dim, and it might not rot. Though it bares the marks where it’s been burned, dirty, where it’s been … Continue reading The Old Flag →

   Big exhale. Drop the shoulders and take that weight off for a little while. Noise in your head gives way to the sound of the kettle boiling and the birds in the tree outside. When was the last time you truly disconnected? From you? From them? From this? From everything? Been too long, just … Continue reading Big Exhale →

  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 →

  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 →

  Old songs still echo down these halls. No one’s smoked in here in thirty years, but I can still smell the Lucky Strike’s and Pall Mall’s. I can still see folks dressed up in their uptown best, and I can hear the band play those old songs as if they never left. I can … Continue reading Old Songs →

  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 →