Sunday, November 17, 2013

If you must die, sweetheart,
die knowing your life
was my life's best part. 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

time apart has planted longing inside me
and I do not think it is a weed
that will ever stop growing.
it will always live there,
but my god
it grows the most spectacular flowers.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

this city's walls are closer,
like turning a crank while playing poker.
your odds are up
and so is your skirt line.
riveting- a poster of my body,
tuned by a grid-
like slices of meat to a butcher.
and your only challenge,
keep the steaks off the floor.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

what will become of these gestures that we made.
i've given up my bible, you moved out of state.
a sad son's smoldering soul.
give you three bucks for your sympathy
and another for a cigarette
the interaction feels so cold.
darlin this is when i met you,
for the third time not the last
your eyes covered and your tail between your legs.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

within the dense forest, past the shallow brooks,
the elongated branches made scratches on your skin
as you ran, ran ran for that first sight of
bold color. the wheel in the sky, as you call it,
turns the same circle awaiting new
hopefuls of the promised land.
tucked in the woods, in a tiny meadow,
slightly south of Glasterdam,
your paradise awaits.


Sunday, March 31, 2013


she can't say love and run the risk of being wrong.
it ain't love when you're stuck at the wrong end of the gun.
you put your hand on the trigger,
and shot me where i stood.
cause when the answers that you know just prove you wrong,
whos going to be there when you're all alone?


Wednesday, January 23, 2013

who am I, who are you, what are we anymore?
just the darkness in my life like a hole in the floor.
I could leave, but I wont go
I can't feel a thing from my head to my toes.
its always the same, such a shame,
living with you's just putting me through it all of the time.
but I love you, more than i wanted to,
there's no point in trying to pretend.
now, the poison I've learned to love is gone.

Friday, January 4, 2013

subtle would be the best word.
when treading lightly, sir, your lack of energy
imposes mistaken irrelevance.
simple, daily routines and dispensable words
are common associated with lack of
substance and permanence cause heartbreak.