Wednesday, December 28, 2011


Iconic sufferance glares from
Conquered walls giving voice
To the silence like red blood
On pale skin in meager garb
& regal bearing conveying
The portend of eventuality
Desiring this horrific tableau
Might remove itself to the next
Pane in Loki’s unholy triptych
Where darkness gathers out
Side as a murder of shadows
To convince those within of
Sincerity & sharpened beaks
To better break the bread of
Crusted intent & claws to
Rend their faith & scatter to
The funeral winds of home



Waiting for it to sink in
Like a cookie dipped in
Milk waiting for the soak
To rise from the bottom
To the top in this new
Freedom to sop up all
The moist crumbs time
Left on the floor of my
Hour glass to curl into
A ball in a beam of sun
Close my eyes against
The glare of the day
After & sleep a dream
Of chocolate


Thursday, December 22, 2011


Watching blood swell
Along the dotted line
Dripping into the sink
Spreading into shapes
Into a psychologist’s
Wet dream down there
Amongst the lumps of
Shaving cream like
Islands rising from the
Prehistoric mists of
Incompetent ventilation
Erupting unstaunched
Of every barbarous
Imagination tracing a
Cross in the steamed
Over mirror keeping
The vampires at bay



I am finally derailed of
All formal purpose un
Declared of existence
Exposed as bones
Washed up in the tide
An exoskeleton clung
To limb or vine shed
Of this brittle asylum
Denied access or re
Acquaintance once
Ignited the filament
Is forgotten & the
Connection is


Monday, December 19, 2011


Sitting in a pew
Like a wooden boat lost in
A sea of sermon


Sunday, December 18, 2011

The wheel

Walking the perimeter in
One last surreal exercise
Thinking secret thoughts
To erase the monotony
The last I’ll see the moon
Rise over these buildings
& trees or stars disappear
Into the mouths of clouds
From this vantage point
To never again hear the
Solemn sound of church
Bells striking in the pre
Dawn hours before my
Shadow fades into the
Realization it no longer
Belongs here & needs
No longer awaken so
Very early


Saturday, December 17, 2011


Had a dream last night
That I was young again
You were young again
The world was young
Again & our eyes were
Filled with wonder &
Chaos excitement &
Uncertainty prophecy
Unfulfilled & unwritten
Our blood was hot as
Being born & I’m still
Unsure which is better
Then or now that the
Words have been put
To paper now that we
Are held accountable
& we still can’t afford
The consequence


Friday, December 16, 2011

Cicada drone

Sitting in this inside world
Wrapped around ourselves
Needing nothing feeling
Nothing of the outside world
It’s all right here enveloping
Us whispering to us telling
Us what we need to know
Feeding us what we need
To survive artificially in
Capacitated inebriated
Is it day is it night does it
Really matter anymore
Suspended in a memory
Lazing in the afternoon
Heat singing songs of
Attraction & faith that
Our wings will soon be
Unfurled & dry enough
To fly to ecape to live


Sunday, December 11, 2011


Life’s become too
Diluted distilled of
All originality into
A commercial that
No on watches so
Much as absorbs
With ingredients
Once declared of
Themselves now
Conspired into an
Elixir which slakes
Their thirst leaves
Them wanting for
More & welcome
Even banality has
Its price


Saturday, December 10, 2011


Sentiment comes easy
The older I get seems
Tears are continually
Hovering hanging on
Every word spilling forth
At the slightest goading
Constantly vexing my
Reserve the more I hold
Back the more my face
Gives the game away
Contorting & twisting
As if trying to contain a
Sneeze & what good
Would ever come of
That might as well let
Them come did I learn
Nothing as a child


Thursday, December 8, 2011

Tis the season

Observing the bedlam
December composed
From holiday to holy
Day like a temporary
Blindness & a bit of
Pain to vein a blood
Encrusted eye tears
Fall inaudible as a
Whispered impulse
Or misguided prayer
While angels sing
Of stars bells ring
Loud enough to raise
The dead or alarm
The quick from out
Their bed roused
From delusion's
Sacred respite


Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Psalm 23:5

There’s a collision in
The news of one thing
Into another without
Warning everything’s
Changed & certainty
Becomes a parable
Lets me know that I’m
As vulnerable & though
My cup runneth over
My luck’s runneth out
Like a leak sprung in
A stagnant aquarium
Maybe a good time
To go fishing


Friday, December 2, 2011


I see Christmas lights
Thru the trees the after
Math of Halloween like
Jewels rigged from limb
To limb green & red
Silver & gold now cold
As a yellow moon hung
Suspended awaiting the
Midnight cry of bestial
Innocence for every
Season has its ghosts
Ignorant souls evicted
Of any warmth lost in
The uncertain light of
Expectation afraid of
Nothing / so afraid