i wouldn't dare to guess what you wanted. but i saw the colors of your ache and knew what you needed. we were small in every possible way. strangers in borrowed skins.  mercenaries choking on empty ammunition.  i wanted to fall and you were the nearest edge.  i wouldn't ever try to know what that meant.    but i tasted your grief. and it was exquisite.  we were smaller than we'd ever been.  scratches on time's pendulum.  scorned by its perpetual sway.  we lived within the confines of our choices.  you were a puzzle i coul ..read more

 the silence clutches her breath. a stray pebble in its fist.  no time to suffocate in a world as frantic as ours  we take the seldom paths. wanderers in fragile masks. chasing any remaining faces. the syllables chafe her lips as her words speculate their trajectory.  the world hums under her skin. all wet paint and spoiled geography.  the fairy tales have their protagonists. salt and vinegar on raw abrasions. the villains slumber on soiled sheets. while their victims feast on their mangled carcasses.  flesh tells its stories in limping words. a monster in ..read more

 her footsteps simmer quietly. idling at the ostensible junctures between inertia and momentum.  the world is stale candy and hollow skins. bereft of everything that once made us hunger.  she opens the closet to access the machine. a stale device more apparition than engine.  the long road whispers her name. falling leaves on a path that has no destination.  she crawls inside its cage. and turns the key to wake it up. letting its lies wash over her.  predation is a pendulum. it swings its blade in both directions.  all her words are borrowed from thieves ..read more

 Tell the rain it need no longer fall. our thirst is finally quenched.  the amber eyes of tomorrow taste our voices like papercuts.  shred the maps. we've been everywhere.  flesh is a scavenger. in the  apocalypse of touch.  let the choices have their way. we've exhausted every wish.  the truth spoils. fish hooks and fangs in a torn pockets.  the hunt, only a thinly veiled surrender.  the flood muses. staunch in its shallow epiphanies.  time dances on the tip of her tongue. a barefoot aristocrat.  selling cages to those already in ..read more

we are given our names. by circumstance and contrition. worn by the skulk of the wind as it chases time. sold at a bargain into the slavery of earnest skin.  we measure each moment in burnt sugar and flaking scabs.  the distance yawns. bored by our panic. we stumble over the zippers in the backs of our throats. choking on all the missing words.  we watch the world end from inside our dusty windows. shuffling tomorrow's bones. runners on withering crutches. spent by the distance.  we take the names they give us. discarded dolls in yesterday's gowns.  living as if ..read more

 time travels through us. a silent thief. wearing us as well as we are worn by it.  our steps are shallow. though the terrain is deep.  choice flinches as we fiddle with its decaying mask.  the houses are dark. the windows all locked. we are still strangers in this land. though we've spent all of our lives being lost.  the tortoise suddenly pauses.  wondering after the hare.  scorned by the economy of why.  the race shrugs its shoulders.  as the finish line laughs.  Copyright 2005-2016 by alcoholic poet ..read more

her plastic pennies scoff at the well. too raw to pretend. simple auditors in the fallacy of why.  her skin a dwindling currency. a hobbled predator in a concentric hunt.  a feast of incredulous saboteurs. set their traps.  only touch knows. or ever has. how sharp gravity's teeth are. as the edge opens its jaws.  his stilted maps chafe against the truth. bound to creases sold too soon.  time taps on the glass. burrowing much too deeply into an murky vein.  smeared lipstick on the tender cheeks of why.  curious fingers keep count. strangers ..read more

 time travels through us. a silent thief.  worn by the machines that move us. until the engine chokes on our flesh.  animals in human costumes.  evolution's seldom conspirators crease the curtain. as the stage thunders beneath our pause.  thirsty beasts suckle at the gears. the sweet taste of when goes sour.  small cuts in atoms make the molecules dance.  dirty windows obscure our gaze. as the world forgets.  only the colors remain. as we stumble over our choices.  piglets in straw houses. bargaining with wolves.  Copyright 2005-2016 b ..read more

 we're quiet enough not to be heard. long threads teasing the wind. in the fading colors of shedding skin.  we don't know their names. though they've said them. they'll always be strangers.  the road strangles on our earnestness. we abandon our maps. atoms spinning in the centrifuge of want.  we tear out the pages. we discard our pens.  all our words have failed us.  tomorrow is poised to forget. the math chokes on our arrogance. narrow stitches chewing on a preponderance of blood.  our voices tremble. hollow dresses abandoned on empty beds.  it ..read more

 time presses on the glass. furtive strays tally the colors in their grief.  plastic torsos struggle with their limbs. a checkboard of flesh with no moves left.  the ladder shudders. as we clamber up its rungs. chewing on a ceiling that's constantly smothering us.  play the cages. as we stumble over our claws. more adjective than organic.  chase the exit. clay arms fumbling with rusted locks. sold into an apothecary of skin.  the world is a simple equation full of complex numbers.   our breath blurs our vision. as we look inside the palace.  c ..read more