She’s a percipient mind– brilliant, ravenous, twisted, and just; I’ve watched its Furies disassemble a facsimile offered, stripping the carcass of even its marrow, its falsities discarded, leaving only my huddled madness, which had always been. When this was written, it wasn’t entirely true– the biggest part of who I am still not fully understood, […]
Colorful Character
“You can tell a lot about a fellow’s character by his way of eating jellybeans.” ~Ronald Reagan I eat the red jellybeans first. After all the red jellybeans have been greedily devoured, even if small children must be shoved aside or tricked to secure them all, I then seek the red-derived jellybeans, the pinks, and […]
madness’s honesty
It was a time of honest madness and of madness’s honesty, up all night in a small, dirty apartment, writing, drawing, sculpting, forgetting to eat or sleep. If not doing one of those three things, I had my nose in a philosophy book, furiously scribbling smudgy notes, my pedestrian notions, that had arrived only by […]
bookstore
at the bookstore we sat in wide, orange armchairs by the tall windows she chose a book from the shelf for me to write about Whitney Houston– as written by Whitney’s sister I think it was by her sister who knows.. I didn’t feel much of anything didn’t even open it but, I do like […]
Nothing to Talk About
It’s been nearly forty-five years since I was spawned. They pulled me out of a yawning, bloody hole in my mother’s stomach; she likely still has the scar. I suppose it’s time for a mid-life crisis or two. Maybe several, each a spectacular, fiery display of futility. All I’ve done in the way of rebellion […]
sad haiku
the gas bill is due I mail them a sad haiku burning bills give warmth
symbiotic
In the time between, I’ve only words, clumsy creatures, falling over face-first, imprecise instruments, incapable of symphony. Still, I wish you might know how I feel, even if diminished by the bludgeon of words. While neither can be fully conveyed by herald, truth and love, symbiotic, are of the same atmosphere, breathing of each other. […]
beautiful things
two astride, as the trail is wide at the narrow, we divide I fall behind, you think it kind walking ahead, to scent a flower you find rustling within shadow’s gloom as you enjoyed June’s full bloom hungry eyes, consumed of fiery glow though, in your purity, you didn’t know there were things back there […]
ache
in all of us there is a thing missing there is an ache– an unspoken vacancy in the eyes’ glossy shimmer there is a sunny-day sparkle that doesn’t shine there is an absence while visiting other worlds or worlds passed there is a ring-planet place we’d all rather be but of which no one speaks […]
irresistible impossibility
..And I hope you’ll forgive my cross-finger rebuke of this zombified resurrection, this craven, staggering halfling. It’s just that I still remember you as the nameless emotion that the torn-paper poets violate the stars and galaxies to find; it’s just that I still think of you as the back-alley stabbing, the warm-crimson forgiveness, the irresistible […]