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Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Typical Night

Soaked in gasoline
Dripping in wine
Star gazing naked
Everything is fine
The home called 
They were looking for you
Your medicine is empty
Wait here's a few
Where are you going?
Don't slip on the ice
Thought I'd burn down the garage
as a sacrifice 


Friday, December 07, 2018


I scroll through all the blind cows slowly chewing on their superstition
They barely look up as I infiltrate their sacred pasture
I make a few bold statements of my non-belief
They softly moo with a gasp at my arrogance
I go in not to be evil but to observe
I am fascinated how they ingest and regurgitate their "truth"
Their calves suckling the utters of milky righteousness
They stand huddled; fearing the farmer on the hill
I leave them in peace standing shoulder to shoulder
in their meadow of fantasy

Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Silent Chair

I walk into smeared chaos
She screams silence is all she needs
I walk outside to take a breath
I lie among the fallen leaves
Madness has taken her
The disease has won
There is no tomorrow
There will be no sun
All the commotion and noise was too much to bear
She sits empty and alone in her silent chair


Gravity holds me tight to this rock of mundane despair
It seems I have been here forever
A few more blinks and I will free
Like I was never born at all

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

The Home

Echoes of the woman's tea-leaf warnings 
bounce in my head...
I stare at the spilled apple sauce 
all over my bed...
I watch the flickering TV in the convalescent home...
My pharmacy number is in my phone...
I dream in German but can't utter a word...
My memories blurred... My speech slurred...
Remember when we were blissful and unwed?
Why did you leave? Was it something I said?
My mind is not what it used to be...
I'm a rotting shell of stupidity...

Monday, September 17, 2018


Dreams leak out of my mannequin head
My twisted plastic limbs are sprawled out on my bed
My expression ever frozen, in a dramatic pose
I'm not biodegradable but I want to decompose
A glue drop on my cheek to emulate a tear
I've been here 10 minutes or maybe 10 years

Wednesday, September 05, 2018


Whispers of mutinies touch her rose pedal ear
She peacefully sleeps through her endless nightmares
She journeys through the darkness seeking only light
The days drift by but for her... Only night
The machines breathe for her like a metronome
Through these sterile halls her spirit roams
The day has finally come to let her go
As my hand reaches the plug, she screams NO!

Tuesday, September 04, 2018


I wilt in the twilight of summer
The trees are beginning to tire
My mind fondly wanders 
to a warm cozy fire
And when the winter becomes too much
And I can no longer feel my hands
I will cherish those golden memories
of the warm breezes, seas, and sands

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