Tragedy

I’m Batman she declared eyes aloft towards heaven she knew not what the night would offer crime? vengeance? nay, she dismantles the balcony in search of freedom the aching hole within her that was never filled no matter how much blood she consumed her stomach was empty and her heart burned in the reality that … Continue reading Tragedy

Totally (Not) Fine

the monotonous hum of mechanical fan cold air pricks bare skin illuminated by the grace of sunlight spiderling revealing, disease prohibiting sunlight there’s a cobweb to my right an old friend drops in to say hello only seven legs, unfortunately , and I wonder how he chooses to press on marvelous I take to the … Continue reading Totally (Not) Fine

Her Fever Dream

eyes close flutter open in a wicked craze then close I am tired of living and why should I love again it is sent but not returned written and spoken but never kept inside lost in translation, there is no confirmation miserable silence and I wonder if I’m wasting my breath on someone who’s blind … Continue reading Her Fever Dream

A Man With No Plan

is it 1999 I feel so new, so broken, so remade I recognize so much and yet so little the same feelings I had for this person I have for nothing icky, like sweat on a blistering July summer forgotten, like change in a nightstand caught between memory and fleeting present bashfully reminiscent of how … Continue reading A Man With No Plan

trying

no woman but I’ve carried children infant dreams, youthful potential reckless if I sleep, potent going on my fifth sleepless night because everything I create with my hands I’ve seen with my third eye everything I love, I was loved by in my own mind I’ve been let down, and I’ve been scarred but blood … Continue reading trying

Falling Short

Sweat on my back attracts Biting bugs, lying amongst the thistles They sense I’m alive? Somebody knows something I don’t Or didn’t Cutting only bleeds you of temporary pain But there’s nothing to ease The immortal struggle Of being seen and yet unseen Loved yet wholly misunderstood Shouldn’t they know who I am? Should I? … Continue reading Falling Short