Before the Sun Caught Fire

there are those moments when the tears blind … everything becomes a star and the universe hurts. there are those moments when breath will not come … the clouds freeze and die, and nothing moves from fear. i dreamt we were all laughing, arguing over who would make coffee. the smiles and rolling sounds were … Read moreBlack Holes

This terminal illness of love;its unbearable weight upon my back,its fangs upon my heart…I pray only for entranceinto your kingdomwhere I know devotion is devouredin appetizing first courses.I will go too soon, I know,but it is no use to fightas the lion holds a tenuous agreementwith all of mankind,that its victims will beat the whim … Read moreWhims

There’s a day coming where there will be a reckoning, There’s a night upon us where there will be a judgement it’s a time for celebration under these dire, hot fires where my heart is outside and my throat has been cut. Those stars hang below us, and this ground above our heads makes for … Read morehold on, it’s almost here

oh sweet lights in the sky come & play – you & I we’ll dance & we’ll roll we can refuse life’s toll Oh beautiful night dreams let me feel just what love means. let us go into the fields to die, oh sweet stars, you & I.

How small we were when the heavens saw us first; clamoring for love, gripping with tiny fists onto that last vestige of knowing. And now, smaller still, we cry to the emptiness that has stolen the contents of our once noble hearts: “Give back that purpose that we knew when we were small!” In our … Read morehow small we were

The innocence of life is stained grey it’s painted over with putrid green Dark … from 3rd grade in wooden chairs where your back hurts hurts bad, and you’re kind of hungry there when the sun comes up to display just how little has changed you can see boys become tyrants but those tyrants who’ve … Read morelittle tyrants

I’ll probably never be just the thing you need as has been told to me on numerous occasions. Two joints of escape and a white collar rape make a practical day in a life of abrasions L’enfant Plaza @ Six is an unhealthy mix of the raped needing a fix of love’s persuasions

The wretched filth of loneliness legs elongated into desire Every toe is perfectly painted, Monet, Picasso, so blue in pink the defenses so trifling Just don’t speak Please, don’t open your mouth Rhinestone hearts, plastic souls, A tongue so foul fermented in comparisons.