Sunday, December 15, 2013

Eyes of white elm 
 and marks in black charcoal. 
Her tanned and taut skin, 
 a silver screen marvel.


The strength that I thought 
would always persist 
had lost too much hope 
for will to exist.

So when she had offered 
it troubled me so 
that loneliness spoke 
and didn't say no.


We butchered the night 
with blades of our silence. 
dysfunction washed filth 
with emotional violence.

And when it was over 
I packed up and flew 
for all we had done 
at once came to view.


Eyes of white elm, 
and nothing to trust. 
our bodies abused, 
addicted to lust.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

watching the ghosts of my alternate selves
waiting for the next one to peel away a layer of consciousness
while i gaze into what the last one took

the inaction dissolves into me each time
neurons grow the wrong way, pulses wither
personality coalesces into droplets

familiar surroundings melt into mundanity
turn pearl flourescence to evaporated insanity
i'm reminded that fear is a choice that i make
and every day, i choose to be afraid