Goodnight, cruel world, I am but a phantom on a Lonely sea. I know Nothing but the joy Of rot and the growth of me. If I woke up tomorrow Without any sorrows, I wouldn’t quite know how to be. I will not drown, I only wish to be lulled To sleep by the wailing […]
In the long and lonely pines I found the thrum of a heartstring beating on the branches that were bending in the wind. I plucked it out on thin and gossamer webs, strung it out cross trees and paths, strewn with gold and green confetti, the woodland’s decorations for a dying year. I danced and […]
I paint a lonely shape in the sky My body is cut out of air and Seems to only take up space I don’t know if I matter, or I guess how much of a matter I am Out of all figures, I now like yours The very most and see it behind Closed eyes […]
So tired, the weight of a damp world sopping on my shoulders–and who put that bloody towel about my neck, but my stained hands alone–who else could have waked the beast already wandering in dreams of devouring whole psyches full, who fed the monster weary food for thought, as lines in broken plaster, stolen in […]
Winter time is a god hung low in the southern sky, with equatorial persuasion catching at his heels, dragging his body to lower places, while keeping others in perpetual shadow–to frost and then bite at what shafts they can snatch from a falling god. Up here, thin corpses are forced to hurry their descent to […]
Exude gentleness And the universe hums in reply. Oh let me show you, I can move the earth, And it moves me. Lush, it calls to me; Ripples of sweetness Trapped in drops of dew– Ad infinitum.
Feeling selfish as I become one with the many, I am apart from the one, and always feeling torn between one million things pulls my identities in so many directions, and where is my mind supposed to stop? Does it land where fate has destined it, and am I left to wash up, an empty […]
We just wanted a couple more nights Of fun, but we were robbed blind And I scrambled in the dark for some Semblance of a key but it just kept turning into cocaine. I wept that I had to clean up again– broken candy canes, beer cans, bloody tissues. I just want to make rent, […]
Always a human. Always a human. Never a hero. Never a villain.