I’m waiting for perfection to
Filter through the dirt.
I’m waiting for my rhapsody to
Fill my soul with worth.
I’m waiting for an angel to
Free me from desire.
I’m waiting for a succubus to
Burn Continue reading

I’m alive
My fingers caked in dirt.
I can’t remember
Why my lungs still hurt.
The sky is gray
But still burns my bloodshot eyes.
I think I’ve lost something
But I can’t decide.
Was I lost?
My Continue reading

I’m busting my skin
Cracking my bones
On the notion that everybody loves everybody.
I’m bending my mind
Twisting my soul
On the premise that Shangri-La was sold.

This is nobody’s home.
This Continue reading

Tell yourself
It’s just another day.
Tell yourself
Something else to say.
Tell yourself
You’ll find another way.
Tell yourself
Someone’s left to care
For you.

When you hold the weight
Of Continue reading

I’m writing to tell you
How much I’ve missed you
Even though I’ve
Never met you.

I love when you tell me
That you adore me
Even when you
May never hold me.

I want to believe
That when we Continue reading

I still wake to feel the rain across my empty hands.
And when it dries I still feel the pain of its hollow brand.
I look into your face and see the life you fight to hide.
I remember touching all your Continue reading

You think I’m just a pause
In your spoken word
A momentary lapse
In all the things you’ve heard.
Just another chapter in
Your never-ending story.
Another blurred face
To your allegory.
You think Continue reading

It all comes to an end
When she. . .

She waits
For time to erode
Into
A waterfall road
That she will then patiently
Walk across gracefully.
I find myself relieved
That she’s still waiting.

The Continue reading

Everyone is the same.
And, I haven’t the time to explain what I mean,
But the lies that I give are not without seed
Of a reverential bursting of seams.
I’m waiting to hear of your dream.
Your distant Continue reading

I’ve got this click in my mind.
A bit of tragic decline.
It draws me over the line
And I begin to see.
I’ve got this crink in my spine,
As it begins to decide.
Silence births its own lie
And barters Continue reading