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

Extend your hand to me. Maybe. Maybe long enough. Hold it out. Just a while longer. I will reach back ...Eventually. 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

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

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 fake 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 they are You do not want to go back to the place where you've felt ...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

Poetry Language exists 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 NOW AVAILABLE 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