Love

overwhelmed by loneliness, i overdosed on humanity: it’s easier without it, easier to live dead than try to be alive. Did you see where I put my concern? that’s all that’s left now; the slow rotting of acceptance the way each death accepts itself once its concern has been lost to the awkward atrocities of … Read moreoverwhelmed

the intrusion of reality on to that frail dream; is it enough to regret? it is enough to forget… but it seems not to be; there the phone rings – reminding me to disconnect and keep that long distance. oh, we’ll laugh at the audaciousness of my own demise, the fireworks, the hot dogs. and … Read moreYou should call him back, I know how it feels to be ignored

Line the masses up against the wall – separate those you love from those you can not. Throw stones the size of your thumb at those you love. When you run out of stones cut off your hands and throw those. Make sure they’re dead, then weep until you love those you could not.

You stood there, Blooming from a Ming Dynasty vase, setting on the solid column, curving in the most appealing Architecture topped with such a vivid crown that I loose a jerk and the hairs split my skin to attention, where the ornate vase rises in the most gentle arch of desire, climbing up until it … Read moreMing Vases & Mad Gods

she only loves me when she’s drunk. a thought that she might have ignored comes to life as I’m adored with each new sip from the highball glass. and there, she presents her ass as the lioness will do from time to time; it suits her, as far as I can tell, just fine. she … Read moreInebriated by Love

the petals of every flower that has ever been, the rose, the tulip, the wild dandelion; none of these will ever wrest my heart from your hold. the light of every full moon, blue and red will not shine brighter than that which beams from your eyes. These days of happiness are but tokens for … Read moreyou

Tell me supple tree, do you miss your leaves? And you, sad grey cloud, do you desire the ground so much that you would throw your self down? Sullen tree, tell me – how do you live the winter through without your tender leaves? how do you avoid the death from so many empty eaves? … Read moreveterans of love

at the edge of the sun; it blisters skin, burns eyelashes. desires often make more from the suffering…. the people will always re-run movies moving, leaving, it’s gone again as soon as I loved it the fires are always set in winter because the sun is too rare; they never burn as hot and always … Read moreawkward ice walking

sweet voice, honey from lips, I glanced the Matterhorn and then could not find you. how my hands long for you, independent of me – the same as my eyes; we share the desire that your voice draws out, like the harpists fingers on the taught strings of my soul. Darling smile, butterfly on the … Read moreetheral

I bought love last time I was out at the turnstile, red with the lace edges. On my way home with my fresh new heart, I was startled by a thief all in black jumping out at me. My heart went up into the blue blue sky dangling above her and I, crashing to the … Read moreon My way home