Sunday, March 28, 2010

Sunday, March 28, 2010

as viscous pieces of ideas
fall into disrepair
my words flee

here is hell
there is hellish
and winter speaks
with a low voice of
an old man who
knows meaning lacks
any sense of decency

words fall into disrepair
if old men despair
and hellish winter speaks
while voices crack
and meaning escapes

hell is here

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Thursday, March 4, 2010


heart is a 
poisoned well
and mind is lost
with a wounded pride
and a profound sadness 
while the night just sat there 
with rubbing alcohol simmering 
in its stomach talking to itself 
telling small contemptuous 
stories of small bitter 
people dissolving 
into obsolescence
without making
much of a
fuss as if
they never
existed
in the 
first
place

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

stopped asking why

wish it were
the safety of
a mechanical universe
asking me
to stop

but
i rode myself here
grinding to the bone
to a place
why has
no place to be

here
i know not
a why or
a how

here
no episteme
no cry

Friday, February 26, 2010

Friday, February 26, 2010

existential angst is bullshit

(can i leave it here
do you think? no)

i hear
angst shits existential bull

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Flashback: October 29, 1998

pieces of you, me, us
lie in a broken cup
like loving a broken
  woman in a broken bed
ten thousand years from
  now... now... now...
but i want you now!
it is the face of an
  unpoetic death with
  a mask of a light maiden
which belonged to a time
when blood flowed like
  all the obscure names i bear.
  now... now... now...
but i want you now!
i gave the last birth
last rage, last word...
  now... now... it's always now...

Monday, February 15, 2010

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

scouring
underneath my skin
for any sign of
peace of mind
unsuccessfully

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Thursday, February 11, 2010

everything rots
  eventually

starting from that
  child-like wonder at
  the whole wide world
  out there
with its monsters and
  adventures abound

as colors fade
  to an all too uniform
  unappetizing gray
and the manic cheerful chatter
  on the background
  fade into an all too loud
  never-ending-ringing
i ask again
  "whereto next?"

hoist the flag boys!
ahoy!
we go again

nowhere