ragged harmonies

I have shitty person syndrome.  I finally got free but it flares up occasionally.  I would sing you a wish but that’s just wishful thinking…remember that time I tried to make you fondue ’cause I knew you were fond of it too but it turned out like fucking glue and so I used it to put up flyers for that missing kid.  I saw a murder of crows today and I swear they were flying sigils of Enochian majic.  Stop, don’t tell me I’m crazy and yeah I know what it sounds like.  she’s never coming back.  I can’t stop … Continue reading ragged harmonies

after all fail us

existing in a word kinetic reaction of a soulsearch; follow-up interview leeched through stone fetch me water, boy learn of your elders wipe spittle from my lips that’s disorder, sir Krav maga of difference bring your dead down, low now to the river head down, eyes closed you can feel swelter, festering around wound locale of bindings, bound to feel something other than Pouring circles of salt and charcoal Lost count of your Seleucid era walls of Jericho restored to glory Bitter, sweet are you counting, By the riverbank gather, Making pigments from blood Muddy importance with indigo Dance and … Continue reading after all fail us

hey, Brooklyn

hey Brooklyn I heard your voice the other day radio man said that you had made the Big time that’s mighty fine for you hey Brooklyn how have you been? I can’t sing but I though I’d write you a song how are you holdin’ on we’re too far gone to cry now we’ve been too long apart. seven and change since you said goodbye the future always seems to pass me by it’s lonely here I thought I’d let you know never wanted any tears or sorrow not from you maybe, that’s partly true I kinda hope it makes … Continue reading hey, Brooklyn

Excandesco

The absence is fertile Cinder and wormwood oblique in caricature masque of navel peach engraved forbearance in an expression impression upon gaze become volatile, season of sundown. Bathe austere in bright color convene covenant, prayer coronal lost god 7 steps meet portal fear tread forward mete out sacrifice lay among lion and lamb lead, beg or follow choice begets meaning harbinger of reckoning. Slip slide grasping fall quiet shattering solemn vows in honor an exchange fruits’ pleasure ring around poesey storm moving swiftly toward shore.   image courtesy of Pinterest         Continue reading Excandesco

Promethean

I’m cold as rain Pain is my home this sound of Armageddon grey tremors abound feeling for some meaning as we watch eclipse Pain is my home sun is in the sky there is a roof over my head and a tomb in which I lie It drips icicles of fire into my veins and I lay upon a pyre breathe in my smoking remains Pain is my home hither it comes, tearing me down I feel it again recourse in your gaze we acquiesce to fear and what’s to be highlands awash with our regrets weather comes crashing in … Continue reading Promethean

Solemn Zeros

In summary, there was purpose prefecture, pandemonium, permanence fingers frayed stitching ignominious example in grocery-cart aisles uncommon disorders frequently populating God-deserted isles unexpectedly, the vase fell from table untouched it shattered flowers and pottery scattered across the floor as galaxies flowed into void This was all observed and information was documented, annotated. interpretation lost in antiquity, impressions ripple as a neutron star quietly sending out gravitational waves, confusing possibilities of other extents. so often, life will take what we think we know reduce it to a solemn zero; leave us with nothing other than faintest of ideas a notion of … Continue reading Solemn Zeros

Moontide and fire

confluent with winter’s moon my internal discourse with you leaves me a gibbering mess, so very real yet imagined as I haven’t spoken to you in years. I still find I pantomime the flower of words you left, unforgotten. I’ve grown callous to groans from under the stairs I left some things down there, unforgotten. I’ve become accustomed scent of Asian pear jasmine in air, unforgotten. cups of tea honey shared in garden flames spared, you rest unforgotten. Continue reading Moontide and fire