My brother Brian is deadThe Half-Brother I never knew,The son my father would admit to(The one he loved instead). He is in the dirt now, more than a yearHas passed since he stopped crying—The graveside service,… Read More »Roselawn Memorial Park
Your eyes are as eloquent as fists,But I didn’t need convincing.Didn’t you noticeThe permanent bruise,The garishly subtle yellow, purple, blue,Like clown makeup running down,Covering my heart? Of course you didn’t.You were too consumedBy our shadows… Read More »Extinguished
I (alone)Am badly worn and weary,Empty and threadbare,So if tonightIf He isIf He comes for meLet HimAnd let Him come quicklyTo close my tired eyes,Quiet my ragged breath,And hush my tattered heart.
My best friends and I liveIn museums.They never ceaseTo terrify,To embolden,To strike true.We are all painted black with pain,Thick layers of dried blood spilling out from frames. When I am here I am home.I float… Read More »The Scream
This morning I am covered up in darknessAnd I am trying to remember where the days are longest—Is it the equator or the North Pole? Either way, I’m moving.This darkness is the sort that creeps… Read More »I Am Covered Up In Darkness
Embolus Jagged, the broken piece of soulTumbles loose in my blood,Floating unseen, like meBeneath the great chain of being,Quiet, just below the soil. Thrombus I accidentally saw the moon againAnd last nightThe broken piece of… Read More »This Morning I Cannot Keep My Eyes Open
Simmering anger, suffocating in a plastic bag,A haunting, a glass of deep red.Change that will not change, the joyless moonSteps in front of an oncoming train.
there’s a Man, stands taller than my housegrows cold red daisies, thorny in my yard.ask Him not to? He just laughs…Cold, red daisies,and the old ManHe justlaughs.