That one little nugget of beauty That just confronted you, That might be all you get this whole year, The fair face of the woman walking Made prominent By the rich, gray sky, You walk within your grooves, You’ve feasted on a rapturous qualm of God’s, And now you are the feasted, Now you lay […]

There’s a cold wind blowing As I save face From the other side of the canyon Nestled deep in March Across Oceans And rifts, And on the other side of the planet, As dogs bark And man Opens A cold gray sky For your vision quest.

It’s funny, ‘cause as I get older, it’s not like Bukowski said, that “The same problems will continue to plague you,” it’s more like the teens said in the movie Manic, that “You solve one problem, and then another one pops up. This is how people end up in wards. It’s a great movie. I’m […]

Sick of this new Eminem sh**. Music is dead. I’m tellin’ you, I got pretty definitive evidence. Two years ago, I hated that Taylor Swift song more than life itself. Now, I find myself abiding it. At ends of long workadays, in times of moral compromise, I’m forced to use my left brain to survive […]

The maps are lain out With elegiac grace But the world is all ours And we are to scamper across it, . Celestial light from The passed Burgeoning intuition Within our sense of direction, As we turn off the lights To hear the buzzing subside And we leave the room

Even with all the discussions of ass-licking, I couldn’t think of a place in my town where I could go buy a Stanley utility knife, But there is a new cell phone store right there, And really I have no problems, But that they haven’t converted the old building into a skate park yet, And […]

Sweet smells are there, And you lie with a drink, facing The deep rays Of the sun that are ashen, Black and gold, This is your life now, Ignoring everyone, Just say the word and you shall be healed.

In my life, I’ve found, lots of things are just objectification. Like if a girl sits next to me after my shift and has a beer, what matters is just that a girl is sitting there, or if she says something to me and laughs, what matters is this quantifiable tidbit. But people can give […]

I just saw a person And she is my mix tape, I just saw A person and she Is my vision. . This Is why There is space, To fill how the planets Could endure.

We’re all left to be separate here, And so we awkwardly sit And we may misjudge, Later, Extolling that we were wrong, On a mutual coplanar binge To the end of the night, where, As we did in day, We’ll Dream of returning as one.