Opened Doors Are Open Ended

Let’s try to find a way out

the depression, the pain

aggression falling upon flesh in an acid rain

afraid to stand, the youth sit and are raptured

washed away in the flashing lights

9-1-1 and colored rights

many are breathing

but few traverse the bridge of eternal life

what does it mean to live

on a planet destined to die

and what a waste of time is love

when everyone we care about says goodbye

I thought I had one

once upon a time

and she’s still here

somehow, sitting rights across my eyes

give me a sign

tell me it’s okay to cross that bridge

but if it’s not

then say nothing more

once my view of the world


I’ll answer the question

for all the ages


What I Couldn’t Have

you’ve got my staring eye

pit pat pit pat go dripping these words

down the gutter of your heart

steel and sturdy towards the outside

protecting of all your cares

was I once where

here, or there?

I didn’t want to be a last gasp

last chance boy

I didn’t want to be “next”

or “oh yeah, him”

I was to be your first

sunrise from the night


after the darkest day

I still think of you the same

I only wanted to be had

I only wanted to be glad

I only wanted

what I couldn’t have

Full Pockets But Empty Hearts

full pockets
but empty hearts
souls in the dredges
but naked breasts drowning
in the earnings of husbands
strip the world bare
and see the pain
cover the world in a sheet
and see the virgin blood
cover one eye
and see enough death for a lifetime
cover both and hear
enough tears to make the Nile feel shame
cry me a river
politicians and presidents
commissioners and consumers
but you cannot drown out the siren song
of this dying planet
and the souls chained to her bow
take us to Mars
but can you take back the convictions
wrongful but steadfast
run through my heart an iron mast
and it will keep me from enduring
but that’s what they hope
we forget to hold on
so I do
and the setting sun as my guide
I will until there’s no more

Not Breaking, But Broken


I’m still addicted

to their bodies dancing

in the pretense of love at night

it’s sinful to desire such actions

that strip away morality, security

and life

but that’s me

skilled at little

vain and arrogant in much

tonight I don’t want likes or comments

just some honesty for once

but that’s just me

too weak to give it up

but strong enough to endure till tomorrow

I care about what you think

I care about what they say

and when the replies seem to be ending

the doubt eagerly becomes brimming

inside and alive

seams left unchecked

the internal war is between me

and me alone, direct

to the point

swelling in my joints

I fall to my knees

I’m breaking it may seem

but I’m quite broken

and no one in this fairy tale

even tries to put me

back together

Our Flash Fiction Marriage (Mirage)


I don’t care

I never did

I just wanted


To love me

That’s all

I ever wanted

Just a moment of your time

A sunset lit

Front porch

Late July evening

With a pretty face like yours

Freckled with green

Lanterns in a soul

Like Irish luck

Poetic eyes

With an R-rated mind

Wrapped in the body of a flash fiction marriage

Or mirage

Because when the night falls

The admiration fails

All possible desire

Sunlight is a Chris Sale

And each one of my dreams

Is retired

I could run all night

Just to remember that dream

Cause I got one shot at love




Left Alone With You

light takes off

into the abyss of memory

dusk and dawn forget how to behave

and I’m left alone with you

skin shivering from the warmth

radiating from our veins

deep green eyes

are the lighthouse to the end

of loneliness with you

fresh scars spill old blood

bonding ties become undone

and bruises never tasted so sweet

as I’m left alone with you

pumpkin flavored breath

seduces the fabric of my being

I’ve fallen for another

as I’m left alone

with you

God, What Have You Become (Abuse)


heaven’s a fraud

and hell, smoldering lies

over the still breathing heart

of virgin truth

if there is a kingdom on high

then strip my abuser

of the flesh on his wretched bones

blast a nine mile hole

in the lump of flesh we call a heart

the same way he mocks my chains

watching the bolts travel under wiry flesh

malnourished limbs tremble and traverse

the vague pretense of air

under the roof of domination

there is but death to breathe

carbon monoxide flushed down my throat

where is this Christ

that you place your hope

awash in my own birthing blood

and fed the waste of my exploitation

the mercy of this Lord

is near undone

when I rise on the steak

splinters pierce my lungs

there is no last gasp for me

so instead I cry in lonesome defeat

God, what have you become


Someone Beautiful Is Reading This


Dinning room silence

Except for a kitty purring away

There’s words knocking on my mind

I can’t explain them away

Especially not today

I actually slept well last night

No midnight sleepwalks

Two a.m. shivers

From a dream I had

The night before

The poet inside

Comes to life

And I’ll never

Put it to sleep

The muse is not what motivates

But the feelings I get

Writing what he or she

Has to say

I need no inspiration

Its part of why I love this life

Just a pen and my thoughts

I’ll put it somewhere

Maybe on your heart

Cause someone beautiful

Is reading this

Drifting Into The Unknown


I walk the streets at night

Alone, with blood on the tip of my tongue

I bit it again, anxious and aware

Of the darkness surrounding me

The muses I date are the images

I try to be

I bite the bullet and walk right through it

Now I’m empty again with nothing to show for it

Spilling white ink onto empty pages

I craft a heart and soul for the faceless

Breath and bones for the nameless

Blood and mind for the precious

One I call poetry

Defeating me and restoring you

All in a night’s work

Hiding in the close corners

Of a shadow-boxed city

Lying under bridges holding cardboard

Waiting for you to forgive me

I’m homeless in a mansion of words

Thirsty beside the waters of a life

That keeps on giving

Quitting would have been easier

Less expensive

But ironically more shameful

Because in ending, I give no second chance

And who am I to alter his plans

Trudging the barren lands stripped by man

Garments thrown aside in ravenous desire

Taking all from the virgin

He is left nothing, but rebellious children

And a divorcee

I gain no honor in baring the truth

Because I am just like you, without a single clue

As to what this all means

watch the skies, dark and dreary

The comets are children eyes, so weary

At watching night and day

Without any guidance but to pray

An existence without limits

Is my story I just cannot finish

These words are my failures

For you all

To witness

Still Burning For You




wrists tingle

and predisposition melts away

usually blown off

until something easier comes along

and steals my soul searching




until now

I have to feel it

everyday I’m reminded of the chasm

the wounds clotted but always bleeding

because I myself couldn’t let go

picking and eating

the waste of my youth

the blood of your choosing

to deny me the freedom

tastes ever so sweeter

and then melting my tongue

when I finally accept

that I was defeated

my own self worth

believing I could do no better

saw me murder and bury

the promised land I deserved

now I sit before it once more

again given the chance

I prayed for redemption

and someone listened

shocked at the mercy

ashamed I needed it

and empowered by the fate

I can have at last