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

wear the algorithms of shame. in a kaleidoscope of choices. explore the broken skin. they're not wounds. but rather entry points.  the weight of the world pivots. and we lose our balance.  hidden in quiet rooms where we leave the light on. though the doors remain locked.  time chews on the distance. and we find ourselves abandoned.  a fading scar in someone else's palm. looking in windows that ache with our stare. even though the inside is barren.  the years assemble their paradox. an unyielding catastrophe of contradictions. these bodies. frail machines of unkn ..read more

 steps become us. seized by the places we've been.  pages torn from a stranger's flesh. stained by the choices we've made.  wear the world in its ugly epidemic. every corner dirtier than we left it.  time trembles. sour crumbs in yesterday's throat. strays caught in love's elegant noose.  the map unfolds. a ravenous predator. with fangs made of trust.  our stories told in sudden detours. unmade beds and soiled pillows.  a dubious surrender. chemistry's sudden lightning bolt.  our bodies a series of  broken locks. desperate to be opened.&nbs ..read more

 say their names. silt escaping from the bedrock. a panic of truths drawing insolvent maps.  we are mourned. by discarded lovers and absent gods. sandpaper chaffing against the epiphany of loss.  no blood. just the arrogant cautions of flesh. as life consents to something smaller.  now we are transformed. chewed like candy by the remnants of dying wish.  time ignites. in a fury of contrition. all shattered bulbs in empty corridors.  our words open windows. in vacant rooms. wear the shame. screams that make no sound.   the promise collapses.&nb ..read more

we are quiet as the world moves to forget. our bodies dance to the subtle rhythm of time's dirty  engine. while our minds struggle to keep pace.  we watch the sky fall. as it often does. confident in our ability to prop it up.  but the world ends just the same.  we are silent as we put our signatures on the disaster. muted by the epidemic of want. we listen as gravity catalogs its secrets. animals with plastic claws. grabbing at the wind.   the end has its tangles. all the simple collisions that turn choices into knots.  we debate the ghosts t ..read more