It hurts too much to write right now
I’ve been trying so hard to live without painbut the instantaneous dissipationof the only words I could mutterhas left the room empty.The reverberations of your footstepshave dissolved into the infinite,leaving mecold, trembling, and alone.
There is a part of me
so coarse and dryit cannot thrive inthe light of day cracked and bruisedthe blood tastesbitteras it grindsthe imageof others sanctuary insolemn solitudesilentlydivide separate self andothers as isolated as the moonamong the stars alone amidstthe galaxy
used tissue
is it the [faint reverberation]of pain in your voice that speaks to me?[flowing][creeping] past my ears, into the fogof latencywhere you shine no lightbut are willingto explore in darkness feel your way through the mistwith your broken fleshstretched and torn:scars that hide your scarsuntil you feel my gazeand relight your eyes as you press your […]
Man Pacing Around the Subway Station
I never cheated no one out of nothingI never cheated no one out of nothingI never cheated no one out of nothingI never cheated no one out of nothingI never cheated no one out of nothingI never cheated no one out of nothingI never cheated no one out of nothingI never cheated no one out […]
I woke up with you in my head
isolate a problem
set boundariesbuild your vitrine around itexaminestudybackwardsforwardsflip, reverseanalyzetry old algorithmslook for new patternscan we hold onto reason?or must it be abandoned?shall we begin the guesswork?grab a vice ifthis gets too unrulywhere’s the solutionwhere’s the solution fucksmash the glasspour a glassdraw the curtainsturn off the lightslight a candle burn.
defied descriptors
Am I scared of the past?Am I scared of the future?Am I scared of you?Am I scared of myself?Am I selfish?Sometimes that seems the most likelyIt’s strange to thinkthat 3 free morphemes6 phonemesone or two secondsof vocal reverberationjust a bit ofdisplaced aircauses so much anxietyit’s so easy to sayusually…but not last night. I offered,support,encouragement,hope,logical comfort,but […]
a state of anxiety
I feel your fingers in the breeze
as it danceson my fleshthe wind carriesyour voiceto my earsand down into medeep insideto that long forsaken placeclosed off to the worldfor a yearthe old wooden cigar boxsealed shut for so longbut the wind is beginningto flow through the crackswill I be able tolet you in?will I let youread everything?you say you share my painbut […]
built to spill
He was a sad manstrumming his guitarsweetlyangrilyslowlythen fast againmy best friend and iwatched him playand took solace in the shade,the shadow castas the sun setover the harborfound comfortin his voicesingingbeautifullypainfullyunderstanding wordsfilling the airwavesbooming out overthis gathering of peopleand words of gratitudefor everyonethank you