in an average day an average woman will speak 20,000 words an average man, 7,000 words the balance, kept drowned, while still kicking in an average poem and they are all average an average poet might pen 100 words or maybe 300 hundred on a haughty, hopeful, or ambitious day the cool muzzle of a […]
tall canyons
I took a walk through the bodies today each and all bathed in the gray of days some still moaning a few breathing a last heavy sigh and there beckoned above the iniquitous din a sparse-green hill just ahead, tho soon crested dipping next, into another shallow another mud-bowl hollow filled and writhing with yet […]
echo
three words have me bound their whispered sound falling into the tall emptiness listen, as they echo rattle, and clatter in the stone hollow this, their only– this, their honesty this, their return
ragged and frayed
it’ll happen like it always does like the hollow shine in the frightened eyes of the ragged and frayed the silent moments will become hours and days the days will become weeks the weeks, months and one day years from now decades, perhaps we’ll be living life as much as life ever lets us live […]
top-shelf dreams
We kept our dreams on the top shelf, with the good liquor, tucked to the back, out of reach, saved for a time to come, saved for someday– but we both knew; each of the days pulled over the shadowy edge, swimming into earth’s arched-spine spinning ecstasy, explodes into her moist middle, tho never impregnating […]
perhaps, a poet
blood-fist anarchy might serve us more honestly than love, children than greedy gods my progeny je suis charlie they chanted and screamed still, the names the lonely stares freed– this spinning chalk-circle riding stained-paper ships on spilled-crimson rivers among them perhaps a poet aye, perhaps– the last perhaps the best perhaps the only among them […]
briefly
they’d found a woman tied, and burned left, fetal, in the gravel by the train tracks north, a state or two she used to live– somewhere near here in one of these gray-shingle, red-brick towns but I don’t remember which town she was from and I don’t recall her name though I’d read it in […]
beautiful fools
pale, under winter’s twilight love’s lace-gown apparition, silent tho, its flowing aura, glowing blurred, at the edges of blind-beggary’s ivory-eyed sight like a counterfeit memory the hues, bleeding into each another reaching out– into the cold evening my fingers’ warm skin passes through– night’s frozen breath where once we’d been on the hillsides– on the […]
not everyone
It was an empty store, filled with empty souls, tho the shelves, stocked, and everyone’s arms, and minds, filled with the nothing of everything that doesn’t matter. I slipped around the side aisle, away from the anxious crowd. I poured a self-serve coffee, and took it all in, like breathing again after being drowned– hearing […]
simplicity
A mind grows weary of the rain’s falling assault, tho the sky never tires of its gray churn, and a mind starts to wonder– what is it under this spray-vandal’s heaven, that is real? Is any of this– sincerity, or is falsity the only sincerity which has ever been? Is there anyone– truthful, under this […]