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in death
we pull its flesh against our teeth,
scraping it away layer by exquisite layer,
until all that is left is a green beating heart,
dipped in butter and lemon,
in death it nourishes,
in death it bequeaths ecstasy, (more)
pour it out
They spill from my mouth like chunks of vomit.
Weighty heaps of "Heartfelt" words.
I say them and forget them even faster.
I am a friend to no one,  
But, sometimes I'm great at foolin.
So, I'm sorry now, though I won't be later, (more)
I am an ...
orange tulips
Sheryl held a dozen orange tulips close to her chest, shielding them from the relentless wind screaming down Pine. Passing through the crosswalk up 4th she appeared to the waiting drivers like a mother protecting her child. In a way she was. Sheryl never had children, but the motherly(more)
Fiction
horror movie
In horror movies we all see it coming. The crazed axeman or tentacled creature ravenous for our flesh. We know that girl should keep her clothes on and turn around. We know you don't go back into the building. We know so many things that the puppets on screen(more)
Beyond R...
disease
It's in their faces
melting like wax
waiting for the inevitable

their havens have vanished
their temples of relief gone (more)
busy work
What an implication. Busy Work. As if our lives aren't filled with enough stolen moments. Busy work, to keep us going inanely on, to keep us from questioning the sensibility of spending our lives doing pointless tasks. Busy work. Busy work. Fucking busy work. Cramping my forearms from incessant(more)
Rant
the last message
Ben couldn't quite wrap his head around the fact that he was sitting in this pew, listening to this pastor talk about heaven and angels and the greatness of God and how much better existence was after death. He couldn't believe that he was listening to a stranger deliver(more)
Blue Col...
put in the fix
    Shelves of tools in the back of the van rattled something fierce as Ben's old rig lumbered down the gravel road. The plume of dust tracking his movement, an unnecessary salutation to the neighborhood. The creaks, groans and clanks issuing from the van were more than enough. Finch's, hopping(more)
Blue Col...
the handkerchief
Nestled between grandmothers dresser,
polished mahogany rippling red,
and the grey suede wall,
cracked from humidity,
it listens to the movement of their lives,
a symphony of emotion, (more)
looks the same
   Garret lifted up and out his dream. As soon as his eyes opened the dream turned hazy and then vanished, but in his gut something felt so very wrong.The worn sheets of his bed pooled at his feet, their tattered edges like fingers, desperately clutching to the edge(more)
star
Love bursts Violet
Its staccato waves binding
Our full hearts as one
Haiku
infidelity
These lips form unfamiliar words
unfamiliar prayers
beckoning a spiritual fire
to make anew the crusted thing living in my heart

I've become unfaithful (more)
Poetry | Hallucin...
broken door
Past
Future
Hinges rusted
Cold iron black
sealed forever
(more)
old music
"You have to find a job Jack. I'm tired of coming home after a long days work only to find you drunk or on the way to it. It's not fair. And I'm tired of feeling like the bad guy here, the jealous one, when I know that that(more)
Blue Col...
stenciled in
In her eyes they are alive with movement.
Figures dancing to the the trumpets blare.
Only the brightest colors are acceptable attire.
Joy the single emotion displayed. Fluanted. Performed.
She laughs. She gurgles. (more)
Poetry | Free Ver...