Prove Me Wrong, You Can't

What's been has passed

What's past has been.

Breaking Glass Back Into Form

We plummet to the depths

to find the answers that elude us.

The gun only ever faces one direction.

I resist

but know

what I want.

A vicarious depression

Wails

One picture

One jolt

was all it took

to remember

who I'll never

be to you.

Dog Days

dangling from the fence

the dogs bark and bare teeth.

sweat laced with fear drips

to dirt. jumping and pawing,

frothing and fuming, they wait

for the cloth to give - dancing

like a marionette in the hands

of a careless child. gravity does

its dirty work as canines fulfill

biological function

MmAaDdNnEeSsSs

you shoved your fist

into a box filled with

shards of broken

glass. what did you

expect?

Ritual

setting it down on the white counter top

she secretly hoped it would fall into the

sink. there was a slight glean to it as it

sat there. the mirror was more honest

with her than anyone could ever hope

to be; wearing the passing days as best

she could. running her hand over that

finger there was a small patch of skin

that was smoother to the touch than

the rest. so pale, she couldn't help but

look. it would be some time before he

got home. she had time. hands gripped

opposing sides of the counter, strands

of hair swept down and covered the

sides of her face. it started slowly, then

when the the final crack gave way the

dam burst. rivers raging in the suburbs.

ocean liners could have navigated safely

through these waters. a gasping wind

was the only sound. carefully she pulled

back her hair, one deep breath until her

eyes met mirror once more. she reached

slowly out to the counter top. hesitating,

she slipped the noose back on.

Choker

that sweet shortness of breath

beneathe digits raises the ecstasy

in your eyes. too much or not

enough for your liking? give me

the answer words do no justice

to. we both die a little inside.

My Best Friend The Stranger

For everything we share

we know

very little

about

each

other.

Good Mourning

the sound has died down,

the crowd has left,

the poison cleared from your veins -

what is left?

Of Bossa & King Louie

This dialogue leads us

in a different direction

every night. The darkly

lit walk we share in

conversation within

the heart of this city

accelerates the falling

sand. Talking about

our favorite sounds,

a shared enthusiasm.

We sped off in the

darkness, how much

longer until we see

each other again?

People

If it's not you then it's them.

When it's not them it's us.

When it's not us it's they.

When it's not they it's those.

When it's not those,

who is it then?

Obfuscate

sap dripping down the bark,

glistening in the sunlight.

an unwavering gaze,

tears streaming steadily.

the end to an unforgiving age.

Blurry Eyed Expectation

cut up and

taped together

at random.

scenes flash by

like shards of

fragmented

memory.

Guilty As Charged

We get so caught up

in the past sometimes

that we forget the

present around us.

For You.

Lie with your thighs

and press them close

to me. Letting your

warmth enfold.

What is sin &

morality in the

face of desire?

Not Found

we disappear easily

into each other.

We trespass against morality

with a few simple actions.

Days are Night.

Bleed with your eyes.

Lie with your thighs.

A Place

winds wind

through canyons

while water washes

on shores too new

to have known

treading feet.

Wails, Whales, Wales & Wailes.

You look behind and there's nothing left to find.

__________________

restless feet shuffle beneathe you.

larcenous heart gets you mixed up again.

we always wonder what happened to each other.

we sit on opposite polarities listening to the static between us.

your heart, restless again. my heart, beating to the turning tides.

your day dawning, my night ending, your voice in my ears.

a sense of time lost and passing. our continued existence

reminders to ourselves, waiting, learning, watching.

A n o c e a n a s d e e p a s i t i s w i d e .

Turning Sand Into Glass

You know I don't have time

for wasting on empty vanities.

These currents alternate

in the way that nature

intended.

Rip these pictures apart

and forget the memory

they preserved.

Memory keeps us beholden to the past.

A stain upon my heart.

When you wake

the dream is over.

Keep it close

when its convenient.

Push it away when

the need is gone.

Love is a guillotine.

This touch will caress or maim

Ink & Pen

Was it so much easier then

when it was just ink and pen?

The answers always come in the place most often looked.

A meditation on self.

An inner gaze

seeking the undefined

quantity.

Buscando

a dog gnawing at you

from the inside out.

a nameless ache with

out a face. a body-less

voice speaking with

out context. minutes

drip like wax, hot again

st your skin. will this nite

rest your soul or burn

the cordwood into ash?

Seen

Did you find it after all this time?

Yes.

And what did you learn?

Everything.

with that we left

walking in silence

until we reached home.

Harrow

dreaming of a beauty that can never be mine

the darkness begins to grow. the sun sinking

further into the canvas, diminishing day disa

ppears altogether. Across the city you watch

a national ritual as I prepare for darkness on

ce more.

Composer

a symphony spills from your lips

into avant-gardarrangements.

obtuse and rhombic figures fall

upon the page into patterns of

reason only your dreams ever

understand. treble & bass clefs

are effectively ineffective as new

notes rain upon this page in a

language yet being writ. bestial

waves of sound ring round in ears

hearing imaginations vibrations

before the first note rings out

from the chord. your heaving

chest rises and falls. your breath

brings rest. the sound brings life.

135th & Prairie

I drove by

your old street

and it all came back.

Like you never left,

like you never left.

It all came back.

Meditation On This World

This family

will come together

as one once more.

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A final stray thought:

The steady gaze of loneliness.

Violets

I'm gonna go

where

the violets

grow.

Phaedrus

Twins suns crossing

paths over the horizon,

ascending to the height

of the gods.

Becoming one beacon

their light shines

brightest over

all the land.

BritLit-ism

This tempest temper

does lament the shed

tears of mine hearts

discontent.

Midnight and the Hours Beyond

The rain is always

endless

when you listen

with eyes closed

in the middle of

any dark night.

Past Haunts

Take me

back to

your bed

so I can

forget the

world I

live in.

Spirits

Endless wind.

Rustle grain on quiet plains.

Leaves shudder,

fall,

and dance.

Endless wind,

restless again.

Forest Fire

A forest aflame,

burning bright

through darkest

night. Ashen

smoke weaves

into the darkness.

At the foot of the

mountain it burns

beautifully, encroaching

moment by burning

moment. Unbridled

and beautiful, consuming

everything whole.

Zen

And

if you climb

the mountain,

will you find

everything

you seek?

Substance

The substance of life is not in the

numbers society uses to define us,

but rather in the substance of our

actions.

Consummate Consumption

Mutually shared illusions

rule with unprecedented

power. A new imperialism

dictated by digital coding

of 1's and 0's and an analog

set of printed green that

taints hearts, corrupts souls

& turns us against ourselves.

Roaming beasts, devouring

a world so wholly, that when

it is done, there can only be

one thing left to consume.

Brakes

Broke

Broken

and

Breaking.

Velocity halted by

screeching

rubber

gripping

asphalt.

Then what?

Then what?

Seasons

Leaves flutter down

one by one

scattered by the wind.

Collecting in gutters,

raked in yards,

tossed into dumpsters

and forgotten.

Their season has come

and now

they wander

so far from those

bare branches.

Forgetter

With every step taken

the one behind

is erased.

A perpetual present

absolves

our missteps.

Sera Un Monte de Oro (Pictures, Distance & Proximity)

I fell in love with you

from a close distance

and wish to close the

gap. Will your soul

be willing to corrupt

itself with mine? Will

mine be willing to

purify itself with you?

Dreams

it can fall

without you

ever waking.

through the

window

you find

tears

soaking

the world.

Koan?

How far

from the

path

must we

walk

before we

find our

way back

again?

Breaking Stones

We covet

what

we can't

have.

Life

makes

sinners

of us

all.

Pretty Pretty

I wait patiently.

You sit inside

ready ready ready.

Our minds race,

our bodies still.

The night grows

older with us.

The light goes

dark, the wait

ends. Doors

swing open, the

engine is ready

to roar. Your

shoes click &

clack over the

pavement. The

door swings open

as you slide inside.

One hand gripping

the wheel, the other

draws your face near

to feel that kiss.

Ready ready ready...

This night breathes

deep into us.

Good Friday At Park Pantry

Clinking glass and silverware blends into

the sound of voices chatting about the

normal and mundane. The old women sit

at their table against the window pane,

holding hands briefly in prayer. Their gray

hair radiates against the sunlight, the green

grass just beyond the glass bends gently as

people walk by. Spanish speaking voices

tinged with English emanate forth from the

tongues of servers making their rounds. Dishes

free of red meat are scattered about tables

in observation of ancient rituals. Plates are

set on the table as the world draws away

from me so temporarily.

And

Ounce by ounce,

Pint by Pint

it flows into us

ready to absolve

us of the sins

life has cast

against us.

This darkness

envelopes

so completely,

so wholly

that we could

be lost to the

world

if not for our

voices calling

out across the

void.

Thoughts From Work

(like) Pulling teeth from a crocodiles jaw.

This bliss is marred by an uncommon emptiness.

Reality is the cure for the common dream.

Bound by fate into a world not of our choosing.

There is ALWAYS choice available to us.

A pound of flesh to pay my debt.

An uncommon sense.

Step into the past, the path is obscured.