Its strange
how much longerit takes to record a thoughtthan it takes to think itandhow much shorterit takes to pour a drinkthan to drink it
Feel the determination crumble
and dissipate like a dried leaf, kicked about in the cold autumn breeze. Set a fire, and inhale the smoke to supplement a sense of self. Down a glass, to put you to bed, as the seasons change, so must your priorities, your sense of comfort, your sources of energy. Now put the pen down […]
I cannot manage the issue at hand
my sheets are dampbut that chill is nothingcompared tothe specters of memoryand delusions grantedby the unintelligible desireI must cut this poem shortand close my eyesand try to sleepbefore grieftakes me over
Predispositions fade
as you slowly,deliberately, drain your glass.
Where was that space?
Who’s was that face?When did that take place?
but sometimes 2 very dif
thins are meant to betogether like ketchup and musterd/
What am I talking about?
The frantic scriblles of a madmanThe regurgitation of a sick manThe productivity of a recluseThe result of insomniaThe transcendental recordings of a wise manThe blood of a masochistThe songs of a loverThe praise of a priestThe death of a childThe lens towards beautyThe veil to realityThe path to destructionThe road to salvationThe ink on this […]
If I can’t trust myself
can I trust you?can you trust me?it hurts to be humanit hurts to errI indulgeI drink sadness and despairI breathe smoke, instead of airmy eyes burn from lack of tearsmy heart beats fast and weakwhen I confront my fearsmy blood-stained fleshis like this ink-stained fleshas I try to bleed outmy terrors and rageI’ll make you […]
Do you remember the first time you put your arm around mine
as we walked down the street? Was it after dancing with Shawn and David at the Blue Monk? I think it was. Remember the second time? We got dinner at Trattoria Aroma. We talked of old age, family, death, amidst a wonderful meal together. You got the pappardelle, I got pizza. I should have gotten […]
