screaming at low volumes
I am pained by my comrades in this Drunken Expose’ of lost lives and an inability to cope. I am the same as them. All the bottles on the wall hollering aloud their dreams are just us cast in glass. Suicide might be easier than listening to that god damned worthless voice. I could kill … Read moreDrunken Expose’
Lock me away for our own safety, hang me for such crimes – to betray you shall condemn me – chain me to a wall Please, a payment to love, still incomplete, allow me sunlight mere minutes a day. Kiss my chest with your teeth and avoid all delicacy; wander me in circles in the … Read moreuntitled #4
i love fidel castro, if only for the sin; i think he’s swell to make so many swim, god knows it’d be easy for us all to go and blame him, but the peasants that revolted, well, they’re the real sin; this kind of poverty is more pure than pure gold, it’s the balance of … Read moreI Love Fidel Castro
sometimes a song can make me cry, sometimes a poem sends me into a rage, sometimes a word makes me hurt, sometimes I don’t want to turn the page.
That son of a bitch moon is staring at meright through my window onto my deskand I know you’re looking in on mewith his xray-through-my-mind eyesand your particulate connection with him.Fine – watch me at this god forsaken houras I shift about and read endlesslythe garbage that is Kurt Vonnegut’sthrown away baby in a bag … Read moreIt’s Only Half a Moon Tonight
I have seen summer in the winter and hate nested among love; Toppled trees and fat cruise ships seems it should be the opposite – and everyone is just happy they’re not in the sugar cane fields (anymore). I wonder at my assumptions for the world’s ambitions and perhaps when the 3rd world is your … Read moreTourist
while hours away and don’t dream, pink screams on the street blue screams on the toilet. Do you see them in the gutters with their snarling teeth bared, twisted empty guts, wanting life more than you do? cessation. endless death in Victory Mansions wishing abortion was the choice. Get on with it already. needles in … Read more
A toy of forbidden pleasures A boy with excessive treasures A planet of desires, sooner or later we’ve got crossed wires. so, I’m sorry up front for the treasure map Though I don’t know if I’ll keep it held back since gold out lives old and some hand must have it now or later it’s … Read moreDrinking About You
there are blades of grassthat grow under the snow;how I wish I was them.these flakes of snow fallingfrom the heavens that sent youare bigger than I’ve ever been.Is it love that makes me tiny,where a deep sigh is a hurricaneand heavy footsteps an earthquake?
right now, this very moment, I want to destroy everything. It’s taking a concentrated effort not clear my desk, my book shelf my heart; I wish I understood why.