alcoholicpoet.com  no colors left to see. we spoil in the lingering math of seldom utopias. all of our skin removed. we shift the bones. rearranging the splintered puzzle pieces.  their fractured images continue to call our names.  the nebulous proprietors of touch dig their tunnels into our flesh. the body is an auction. the highest bidder owns it. the numbers tangle. spent by circumstance. the truth scrapes against our grief.  all of our words misplaced.  impotent gods stomp their feet. as time's machines collapse.  every open window simmers wi ..read more

alcoholcpoet.com slender corridors between yesterday and tomorrow. tunnel through us. too content in their absent bridges.  the loud atoms of why. viciously radioactive. devour us from within.  sometimes even nothing is too much.  the sky collapses. just as we knew it would. all those hungry artifacts bite down. all of our monsters  humbled by dead wars.  we shift the pieces. flesh our decaying chessboard. every touch owned by the game.  strays caught in time's broken machine.  wandering a maze that cannot be solved.  wearing our lies in ..read more

  alcoholicpoet.com small paths to follow. so many little things to destroy.  we wear each other. loose skins and paper faces. heavy enough to give gravity pause.  a listing vessel. on an shallow ocean.  her voice full of numbers she can't reconcile.  the lazy storm lingers. the windows stiffen. as she pretends to know when it will end.  time draws on her veins. all the little stories she'll never tell.  they hide in her blood and her tears.  shards of when. those candy houses still stood.  alcoholicpoet.com Copyright 2005-20 ..read more

 permanent chasms form under the bridges between our touch. savage is the telemetry that reconciles  yesterday and tomorrow.  flesh accumulates. all bricks and blood. an ugly feast for time's vicious equations.  we say we know. because we think that we do.  ashes on the lips of the wind. desperate to be words. callous are the calculations that measure our choices.  gods come and go. the truth remains.  we knock on the doors. no one answers. we call their names. they don't respond.  the world yawns. uninterested in our shame.  we tug on life's ..read more

time chews on the constraints of its arithmetic. how we count. what we can add or subtract.  the timid algebra of strays.  we keep our purchase only by friction.  betrayed by our own skin.  tucked sternly into the density of our stumbling decisions.  we wear the faces of strangers. as our time machines trundle forward. on hungry zippers.  our remains all spent. by the savage of touch.  we tell our stories in borrowed flesh. scavengers in soiled tuxedos.  we open our mouths to speak.   but there are no words left.  Copyright 2005 ..read more

 the atoms were loud as she spent the last of her voices. heavy corners wore her spoiling math.  all faded dresses and missing buttons.  their words turned. pivoting on the levers of absent assassins.  time gave chase. all dull fangs and matted fur.  an impossible hunger. preening at an endless feast.  her machines were idling. content to let her wait.   the distance was pulling on her zippers.  everything inside tumbling out.  she stared at the wolf from behind a locked door. listening to his grinning ache.  time removed its bl ..read more

 the numbers were soft. crevices in the shy oblivion that tabulates our losses.  we spent the math on barren hallways stained with doors that never opened. a din of scattered choices. biting on the wind.  the end always remembers us. bereft of the seldom edges. intimacy evolves. a throbbing catalyst.  no words. just the skeleton of touch. as it slouches toward the remains of our skin.  the windows say our names. though they're not ours to keep.  the distance chokes on our ambivalence. and all the shallow holes we've dug. the thief steals what he can. the as ..read more

  it seems impossible that we ever touched. given how vast the distance between us.  i must have been a star long since extinguished by the time my light reached your eyes.  i never had a name until you gave me one.  we wore the space in tender folds. as if the world was ours alone to corrupt. greedy orphans who snuck our way into someone else's feast.  everything was quiet. ache deafened by shock.  runners caught on the sharp corners of our grief.  the world collapsed. an exquisite apocalypse.  time measured us by what we'd lost.  an eter ..read more

 she opened the box. unsure what to do with what it contained. all the fickle whims of absent gods. and the thinning leashes on which their sheep are kept.  time grinned. its fangs well worn, but still sharp enough to break the skin.  she gave her consent. to what remained of humanity's war. eager to witness its downfall.  time limped forward. injured, yet determined.  she collected the pieces that were left. carefully arranging each one inside the box.  bits of candy mixed with bone and blood. and the unfinished math of fumbling promises.  she opened ..read more

 the math spent her in lingering decimals. a long division defiant of an end.  she whispered through the arithmetic. trying to persuade empty numbers that there was still something left.  her pennies accumulated at the bottom of the well. as she wasted the remainder of her wishes.  the poison sweeter than it had ever been.  time chuckled as she put the last of her coins on its scale.  as gravity took attendance. she didn't answer.  overwhelmed by the weight of nothing.  everything was quiet as she shed the last of her remaining skin.  her na ..read more