dirty little secret

admirer of my thoughts.
mystery writer holds
the advantage.

a stranger with
ideas of their own. feed
me with what flows
from your pen

as this blurb
stutters out of mine.
soak this psyche
in a bath of

euphoric words.
outstretched hands
beg for the internment
of my soul

in the crevices
of your mind.

Drilling for life

Everything has
a short history
perched on lips
just waiting to
be spoken.

It starts as
a hollow buzzing
but intensifies
until the stars

are blinking in disbelief.

eye pollen

i blew you off
like a dead dandelion
floating on a stiff breeze.
lying to ourselves

about wanton desires.
we're dry timber
just waiting for a spark.
lightning never strikes

the same hearts twice
so i walked away.
made your argument
against deaf ears.

you can't see that
we're helen keller,
trying to traverse
a great divide with

none of our senses intact.
just let your fingertips
slip a little and
we'll both be free.

testing

i swear you miss
worming around in
the consumption of
your blinking eyes.

somewhere in the distance
windows into dead souls
escape the inconvenience
because it's not

for answers but
recognition and attention
what these thoughts are.
mocking intonations

opened a door
when you weren't around.
chopping anything in its path
i don't know what

kicking rocks into
tired and zoning silence
drip slowly away.
i felt cheated.

ensemble

a balding, white-haired
man sits in the dark
until 3 a.m. with
his eyes lightly shut.

his head bounces
softly to the sounds
of miles davis. tomorrow
this old soul's heart

will beat it's final
beat. premonitory vision
of impending death, perhaps
mere coincidence.

flash forward to
a bright day.
the aroma of freshly
excavated earth lingers.

tears stain wind
burnt faces as a
trumpet blows quietly.
miles' final farewell.

learning everything over

suicide sounds so good
in times like these.
ingesting gasoline
and sleeping it off.

clenching fists in
a spasming slumber.
hallucinations of holding
you in my arms.

even in this state,
i'm dying to hear
you call my name
just one more time.

how come you sheltered
me, shattered me?
i'm broken now...
unrepairable.

who are you
to tell me where to go?
sharp stabs between
ribs; bitter barbs

cutting out my
heart. dissolving
security envelopes
my mind and chokes.

the great depression

justification is a bitch,
indeed. the world seeks
clarity of facts.
cynical drunk that i am;

i wonder how to go
about the process
of defying acceptance
by the masses.

if anyone should find,
on a trip to the bookstore,
a ratty copy of the Cliff's Notes
on life, please purchase

a copy for me
and my bumbling, drunken soul.
charity is accepted
along with this large

ball of swallowed pride.
waking up in a world
that holds only
shades of grey;

where does the next
drawn breath through
clenched teeth lead?

stop buzzing me fool

repugnant bitch is
at it again. yeah her.
ass. manager. more
personalities than

sybil. wash your hair,
looking like a baglady.
i swear you miss
a dozen genes

from the dna
ladder. must be
the first stillbirth
to survive. normalcy

evades you. it's too
slick of an
eel for some.
shockin ya would

be nice. karma seems
to not catch you.
must be in bed
with Him. go fuck

your electrician friend
that you made cry
butting in where
your snooty nose

doesn't belong. back in
the day, kings
would have you
beheaded.