This can't be it. It can't end here. I refuse to let a drug-addled wench wielding a blood filled hypodermic be the writer of my epilogue. I refuse to let her scab riddled face and sediment-sweat carapace be my demise. I refuse to let her cavernous eyes be the last I gaze into.
But......Read More
sometimes i fantasize about going back in time.
you know when everyone had swords and axes.
so if you had a disagreement with someone
you could duel over it.
fierce hand to hand combat;
your opponent's weapon blurring past you
in the melee.......Read More
6 pm, finally. Once again it's time to log out of my computer and leave my cubicle, which by the way, hasn't changed its appearance whatsoever in the last 18 months. As I make my way to the car park I halt in my usual place, just in front of a stop sign coincidentally, to ignite a cigarette.......Read More
i have this recurring dream.
im not really doing anything;
kind of just standing there with my hands in my pockets.
every night the scenery is different.
its always somewhere ive been
or somewhere ive seen on television.
last night i was in the city
waiting for the little green......Read More
i'm balancing my brain
with a flower so fragrant,
ignited and inhaled
i'm becoming a part
of the scenery;
a painting on the wall
camoflaged within the trees.
an identity lost and found;
only to be misplaced once more.
wrapped in winter
a decorated box
left by the door;......Read More
does it not strike you as odd that school shootings seem to be a fairly regular occurence in your country..
is this a part of the culture or is there something that i'm missing?
these school shootings don't seem to be happening anywhere else.
maybe you should stop buying guns.......Read More
she was of scholarly virtue,
well read in all the classics;
from tolstoy to voltaire
dante to mark twain.
with zeal so many tried
though their intentions were nothing pious;
they used all the classic lines
and with one stare they were denied.
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the savior's on the canvas
lopsided in movie stills
broadcast through the static
licking lips in a house of burlesque.
navigating the canyons;
the valleys and chasms
searching for closure
in a plasma screen's glow.
courage like cancer
courses through your body
vengance like......Read More