stillness has a home among ashes of dead flowers past
old dust only remnants left of her
here in this room of austerity supple cries still cling to the remnants of the time when she was
when her bird died or when her heart got broken to know he had been taken from her in a muddy field cold with rain and damned with fire
madness ensued and she never knew that her name was the last on his longing lips
Alexandria Hotel
blunted
why so tough kid cry or something
i’m ok man don’t trip
your friend overdosed in the hall by the curtained room
are you telling her folks or who
we called your dad isn’t he coming
no he said
do you want to go to the hospital your nose is bleeding
it does that when i hurt
oh did you fall down
no i hurt for my friend growing up even my toys were mechanical
exhaustion haiku
eyes raw and clumsy
bones grind marrow stews in ache
jagged thoughts haunt me
Sunday eve
eating my words [v]
broken heart
my mechanical
pencil lost somewhere in a
box of dead letters
dear postcard
i am here on Hope street in a liquor store its open because its essential outside is a sickness it’s been here all of my life remember when i was young and fearless and unattached now i’ve fallen in love with life and have everything to lose my priorities have changed so bloody much i ran myself into the ground now i’m dying to break free dear postcard with the ultra blue ocean pearly shore electric green palm trees and skinny bikini girl with exaggerated tits remember when i was young and my freedom was a tether to a wild wild road now reluctantly i am here masked ten miles from my home gloved lying to the cashier about needing sanitizer and candy bars fiji water and a box of cheap cigars for my diabetic neighbor the sickness deep in my blood hypnotically stares at the bottles in the case here at the crossroads again postcard i write on you a note for help living one day at a time has become a slippery hell
stone
a line followed not straight feet hollowed out by the bumps of life
a beat heard faintly like a radio sign from outer space on a kids ham radio
intuition dimmed heavy without direction like broken jade frowning atop the china cabinet
a kiss blown by aging beauty queens to the princess up and coming
young girl twirling on a pole old man staring at her bones she thinks of tea sets and raggedy Ann doll he thinks of the life he once so loved who is buried six feet under
the flowers radiant pinks and red stems green and full of life across a dirty street i sooth dry skin and raise my glass to Martha
Christmas Eve 93′
hot chocolate candy canes almond cookies apple wine
red bra black leather pants black stilettos two blue eyes
one green eye hazel on the left scratches cuts and bruises
he wonders how she got em’ but too afraid to ask
instead he holds her tighter cus in the end she’s always gone
in the middle of the night he gets up pees and scratches his ass
just big boy that no bride could tie down
she slightly opens up her mouth gaping like a baby bird
and he sneaks quietly into her arms catches a whiff of patchouli from her hair
two wet paper winged angels just hoping for some love
the barker
scurry, flurry
and tread right up
to the strangest
show on earth
come one or all who
remain in this world
to see the corpse in
the archives of time
hanging for the wolves
beloved and slated in one breath
global victim of the letter
of the law
inoperable in the one pit of time
terror and broken bone
let the vultures
entertain your value
let the earth open up and
imbibe us whole
oh holy milky way
spit us back out
through caves
let the mud and the ashes
fill in the tooth
the trees are all broken
the soul’s in the zoo
waiting for a
piece of meat
words less spoken 