Friday, February 12, 2021


 violence under our skin

itches to release

ordinary people try to make sense

of anything; of everything


bullets give us beauty

make sense from life

reveal the final truth

of everything; of anything

ordinary people made sense


violence upon our skins


Monday, July 17, 2017

Hollow Man

I filled my void with emptiness
took each bright dream and pinched it tight 
between finger and thumb
extinguished like stars at dawn

I filled my void with emptiness
nailed hope to the floor with a spear
and walked away
its hideous mewling possibilities
evaporating like dew

I filled my void with emptiness
it's overflowing with deeds not done
a rubble of hollow words from broken promises

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

- untitled

fresh short plank
shaped, but raw,
still being sanded by
life; that trial of abrasion
no varnish coat
to protect others from itself
a trail of splinters with every contact
most brush off
some push deep
to itch and fester
and for that I am truly sorry

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Life on the FLood Plane

filling my pockets with stones
waiting for the rain

Saturday, June 03, 2017

Half Empty

I sometimes wish
that maybe I could be
a better glass of person

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Strong Words

clack click,
 a nine slips into the chamber
ready to preach
the word of Glock

Friday, May 05, 2017

...Politics & People...

Your words, all breezy and minty
We inhale, a breath of fresh air
Only to gag and choke
on the halitosis truth behind what you say...

Monday, November 14, 2016

Across We go...

two points
a chasm
a bridge
such ease
A to B
B to A
and such desire
that half way,
we turn Left...

Wednesday, September 21, 2016


and wanders off again...

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Sails furled.