Are you coming together?
You cannot bind your pieces
by chance or unlink yourself
from the world. You have to move
with it, and roll. Roll with the
lottery of your birth
Here, see, you cannot take the cards
nailed to my hands like I can't
take that which has been glued to your belly
Have you not taken enough?
No beating could bring you
any more hurt than you've endured
Could you tell me more about the procedure?
"No," she said.
Could you promise me if I leave, you'd still be accepting?
"No," she said.
Could you direct your potions to my insides, please
I can no longer afford t ...Read more
twenty four and your reward is
a tube down your throat, feeding you
trying to keep your weight double your age
You cry. Your hair's on the mattress. Pillows.
You cry. Lie to the left. It will hurt less.
My sweet child, and hands strapped to soft coffin
beautiful mind trapped in another world.
It is going to be years until you
find your art again, live your life again
rejecting all applicants because you
can no longer provide security
and how could you when you're not secure 'nough
heavy 'nough, hurting everyone around.
You lie in the rooftop, crying, thinking
about dead drop, wis ...Read more
Extend your hand to me.
Maybe. Maybe long enough.
Hold it out. Just a while longer.
I will reach back
Foie gras terrine, bass and jazz and ocean waves
You cannot ask the orchestra to cut their own tongue
I had such high hopes for you
Such high hopes
Why, was it the right thing to let me down?
you are asking of me to cut my own tongue
Such fuckin' high hopes and you let them drown.
I dream of time vacuums, empty husks, and crying caves
oil portraits of men crueled by time. Have thee forgotten?
They ran away from crushing heel
of time, as have I
the inability to fa ...Read more
Here are the titles of the free verse poems for my second collection for 2017. Some are already available to read on this site.
Prince of Nowheredom
Skirt of Nessus
Anthony In The White Clouds
A Conversation With Myself, Five Years Younger
The Monster's Out From Under The Bed
Mouth of spiders
Hungry, We All Are
Pain And Beauty Are Dying
Life In The Infinite, the previous collection (first out of eight) is now available to download in Demo PDF, as well. ...Read more
Color my pictures
Let me live out from your black and whites and tools that are limited, you can
bring me to life, unpetrified. I want to live as
blazing rain in lupine fields. Everyone I meet be manganese oxide.
Like Anthony in the white clouds
Too young to depart
Too pure for this world
I choose to be remembered as I remember him
with his scabs and swear words doused and dissolved
in purity of childlike soul
Sky roses aren't real
You have to paint the petals blue
Good in theory? Theory's not enough. Make them real.
Are you vindictive like me? Open your palm. Give me two.
Here's ...Read more
is a machine
What does the machine yearn for?
Why do the hinges, greased in oil, still fear of rust
You are made of, supposed to be made of
metal, your heart is pure adamantine, but your lungs are agony
On one end, your creator
door with all the answers, so ask away
Why you are the way that you are
And how your pieces
so effortlessly ugly
closer to your reflection
and think about your arms
and the arms of the many whom you cannot be
Have you not worked hard enough to sculpt your bones, your very genes
into the likes of those you consider maste ...Read more
Lovely, these metaphors you sing for your sadness
like four blankets at night to keep your hypothermic heart from collapsing, contracting
just like sitcom but never funny
I see through your sunny, honey
I see through your morbid
Speak to me more about your profound nonsense
You and your posts
You and your profile pictures captioned with inspirational bullshit
you aren't warm
but you can try
Throw your bullets at easy targets, now now
Those people are designed to be taken down easy
or at least
in your head
You do not want to go back to the place
where you've felt ...Read more
I disassembled my body
and created a confessor
a parent in my head
Told her things
I weren't ready to share with the world yet
Held her hand. She took mine
as ether poured light into me
She was the practice dummy I bore my soul to
A subreddit dedicated to the unburrowing of my sins
Her ears were always pressed to my shriveled mouth
as teeth clinked to wail out despair
Stood there in silence
and allowed her to love me as I yearned to be loved
Why do you look like my mother?
Why do you sound like her
feel like her
Resemble her in every way but tangible
Why were you t ...Read more
Stop pouring your clattered hearts to me
I like them solid
We can both be drowning or we can take the door
What do you think this will give you?
Preserving shadows in a jar
All your money in high hopes leaving you penniless
This shit you're streaming on Hulu is a bore
We can't both be darkness. One has to be light.
Will it be you? Will you glimmer for me?
Fake your own purple rays and shun stormy clouds
All our savings in dry enviros leaving me two cents for a cigarette
You had this dream last night
of thinmen and humanoid tax collectors
And then, there was me ringing at your door ...Read more
not to be policed,
but to have fun with as one lives
– Life In the Infinite Foreword
A collection of all the prose and poems I've decided to announce ahead of schedule and/or publish. Works ongoing.
Life In The Infinite
Release date: August 2017
Life In The Infinite is my very first free verse poetry collection. It deals with the basics of human emotion, existentialism, ageing, self-destruction, identity, and mid-life crises. It shifts voices from content to content.
Infinite is available to download and purchase on Amazon Kind ...Read more
Anarchy of the mind.
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