The Brain of a Killer
Vast and barren
Nothing in sight
But a black flag
Waving in the night.
Whats in the brain
Of a killer?
A senseless repetition-
Why is blood spilled on her?
Theres no invitation
Upon the greener grass,
Because of them, it's red.
Go home. Hold your wine-glass,
Go eat food, shit, and sleep.
Try to remember what others now can't,
To be alive, to breathe.
Since you have stolen th...
Friday 18th August 2017 2:20 pm
A Sort of Remembering
Gloomy, rain-heavy clouds
In meloncolic moods
Where old constellations
Of memories and people
Loom like foggy ghosts.
And then wind
Draws over the hills
It is damp
And the fever
Of dawn is null.
Sharp breath in,
And the mist peirces
A blood-red veil
Of flesh and cave;
And the gum braised
Air returns to
Thursday 17th August 2017 8:04 pm
Oh dusty wrinkled fabric,
You are old and tattered, your
Shadows crack mountain-tops
And your stains shout stories of
Love, lust, and teardrops.
Why does nobody wash you?
You lie there amongst rubble
Forgotten and unlovable,
And the stitches that held you up
Now fall in piles unrecoverable.
I understand you now, buried quilt.
To be left alone, to witness
Time move ahead without y...
Monday 14th August 2017 10:47 pm
I Failed, Miserably
I now feel the
with the lonesomeness
A duality of stunted growth
Which deems me imperfect
Saturday 12th August 2017 4:55 pm
The Poetic Death
The grief of a madwoman
Serenades us, "dead, dead, dead!".
She cries, "My sweet smelling buds
Were ripped from my marriage bed".
Her lament keeps all awake,
Even the deceased, whose skulls
Lay in grass and stones that crack
Above their feet. Useless lull!
Is her madness her own fault?
Was it beguiled by hate?
Was it by the hand of man,
Or drawn from the pen of fate?
Tuesday 1st August 2017 9:05 pm
I Love, I Am, I Feel
The forgetfulness that comes from
Speed-floating towards nothing near
The quaint line of yellow to blue;
Rippling with the current that flops
My lop side boat; tops and turvey.
Swallowed by the sea of blue/green,
My scraggly strands tightly knitting
Themselves in knots of two and three,
The sun crawling slow on pink flesh,
And salty crisp; c...
Monday 31st July 2017 3:11 pm
Give me your money.
to my hands.
Dances 'round it.
Out of reach
From the weak.
In the same
Does money buy happiness?
Or do you?
Thursday 27th July 2017 1:14 am
Missing from the scene,
Lost and fearing
That I am a
Blotch of white,
Never to appear.
A coy spot
Near the edges
All around me
But not in between.
Wednesday 26th July 2017 3:44 am
The boat will gulp
And swallow its storms.
But other times, it will sink
After its sails have been torn.
A sea-swollow swell
Lingers not long.
Thunder lives amongst trouble waters
Until its sung its last song.
Someone will sail alongside you,
To dry off your bones.
They will thrill and thread your sunken
Fabric, they will take you back home.
Friday 21st July 2017 12:34 am
Your hip may jerk
And with the ribs,
a blue bruise.
Your stomach fights
When you eat raw,
Worst of all is
It bleeds more than
Thursday 20th July 2017 1:00 am
Fresh Bread at the Beach
Sand tiptoes close to cold water,
Inching away from my buried
Feet; two little fresh loaves of bread.
When the minature rocks get near,
The lapping waves kiss them first.
The sound is serine like dew
Welling up inside rain gutters.
Each lap begs my eyes to shut
So I can feel the beating sun
Slowing down time to cook me.
Tuesday 18th July 2017 9:08 pm
Later, I Promise
When the lonesome hour strikes
The world comes to a standstill
And no one will protect you.
Your dainty memory wakes,
Howling into the dim night
To communicate desires
Of toil, contempt, and regret.
What was yesterdays mistake
Is now right in front of you.
Taunting with each step and breath
To sink its sharp gruesome teeth
Into your small fragile mind.
It says, "deal with this right...
Tuesday 18th July 2017 2:37 am
Blossom, My Garden
The mundane of a rainy,
Foggy, wet(drenched) summer's eve
Is beautifully shrouded
Away by colorful warmth
From a light, floral curtain.
to perch near
The frail drape of the curtain...
Friday 14th July 2017 3:10 pm
Stomp, crack, cut the fingers down
Like a tree timbering loud
To drown the deafening sound
Of distorted reasoning.
The pull-patter of lying
That battles inside the mind
Of "you would's" and "you wouldn't's".
These brash, too-nosy thinkings
Will cover (with callous cloud)
Your attractive Sandman dreams.
They will tuck in a snug clump
Next to yo...
Thursday 13th July 2017 3:44 pm
From the flames, a quaint shimmer
Of pearly honey dewdrops
Surge along a cheek like a
Mosaic of glistening marsh-
Mellow; crisp and golden for
Hungry hearts. Crackle and wit
Smoulders in the midnight air,
A frog burps near the green bog
Amongst the buzz of light bugs,
And the hiccup of broken
Sticks alert curious kids.
Before dawn wakes up again,
The campfire eyes close in glow
Wednesday 12th July 2017 2:56 pm
Come December I will travel
To a bucolic and shy place.
Amongst leisure and peer babel,
Oblivion will waltz with grace.
It will inform time in great haste
And leave my chestnut hair windswept
By train hum, street lamps, and the taste
Of wine brick held up by neglect.
These moments will soon carry dust,
Tucked away in a box for years,
Until my kids smell attic musk
Asking, "Mom, is H...
Tuesday 11th July 2017 3:11 pm
The Continuous Nothing
Bone stripped subconsciousness involves
Fleeting memories, thrown stones and
Stillborn teeth that struggle to sprout
And whisp away in second thought.
Return to the continuous nothing.
Monday 10th July 2017 8:27 pm
I would put the world
In a vast freezer
To halt the heat of
What their next action
Could have included.
I would throw them in
If it meant the ones
Who are creating
The lava that pours
On every dry soul
Were frozen in time.
It would soothe my mind
Serving to sweep sweat
Like pre-used towels.
These towels were used
On the faces of
Monday 10th July 2017 2:08 pm
Fell short from terror,
Never would I touch
That substance again.
In memory of
My lead limbs, lugging
On carpet (that felt
Like gold), slinging slow,
One after the next.
My hand reached for
To help me along.
My body burdened
Through a tunnel of
Colors: Blueen and
Purpello. I was
High as I could be:
Eyes rolling i...
Thursday 6th July 2017 1:05 pm
Penumbra in the Deep Night
Hear the stir of
He once obtained
faith in lovers.
Until he broke
his decent to
in velvet-blue which
passed the offing.
There, lilt was gruff,
was the fury
that he had felt.
-But he had known
that the feeling
was not fleeting.
For it was long
Wednesday 5th July 2017 3:42 pm
In Risk of Offense
Slice a wire from brain to lips
Rather than speaking your mind.
Hide it wide and far away
From ones who blister to be blind.
Cutting the connection is better
Than offending someone upfront.
So do it silently or all alone,
Do not risk being blunt.
Tears may fall or even worse,
An opinion may just break!
Dreams could even be shattered,
Come on! Feelings are...
Tuesday 4th July 2017 6:19 pm
Burnt Bread: A Reminder
Sugar crisp as summer nights
Scorched and hardened bread.
Forgotten, frightened, full of spite,
A burning mistake in my head.
No one was able to put it out
As the flame grew higher;
Not as simple as burnt bread,
It involved human bodies on fire.
I breathed in black carcinogens
From the burning butter.
A towel wouldn't've been useful to them,
The thought m...
Tuesday 4th July 2017 12:55 pm
Highland wind touched her roots
Smells of danish
Sweet Gaelic dew
Reminiscent of ancestry
Name sharp as thorns
Accent flattened by foreign tongue
And reversed by a dram
Of high grade whiskey.
Monday 3rd July 2017 6:12 pm
Breathe Me In
You breathe my manic in without a sound.
Even if I have already fallen;
My limbs splattered like art on the ground.
But as you clean me up, mix suds in my head,
The water caresses my thighs.
The bathtub is not red this time.
It is clear and filled with hope
That someday I won't lie to you when "I'm fine".
I hurt myself with words that wound
My arms like sharp blades o...
Monday 3rd July 2017 1:35 pm
After sleepless dusk
An open eye survivor
Struggles to wake up.
She sweeps the air,
Fingertips stretched or
As far as her muscles
Let her catch the
Wondering wool sheep.
Tension fills her peak
Until the release, then
She slumps and grumbles
Into her abused chair;
Melting once again
Into today's tedious affair.
Friday 30th June 2017 12:59 pm
Ride the Bean
The process of mug to lips;
Quick rush hits in minutes.
Beans in disguise for tea the
Calm before tyranny of
Liquid speed that boils blood
And foams bubbles in a black blur.
Then anxious jitters that linger
Long after the high quits while
You're in the dark and the ship tips
Sunken deep in a coffee bean abyss
Swimming up to the next cup
To ride the next high that ...
Thursday 29th June 2017 7:45 pm
The way a willow waltzes in the breeze
Is what I think about to put me at ease:
With you laying underneath all of the leaves,
While they flow in sync with all the other trees.
This thought orbits around inside my mind
And hums sweet lullabies to drown the bad times,
But when you are near it all fades away,
To become reality through a foggy day.
Thursday 29th June 2017 2:19 pm
I wrote this in tears
Once loved rosy cheek
That lied lovingly along your back
Is now cold and cracked
Unable to connect with the love
That we once had
I am distant and you are too
My tears overlap with one another
You drop on your pillow
Dreams quake in an instant whereas
I am alone in my head with the stars
Disaligned falling apart and misrhymed
The couch has been my comfort for this hour
Has told me...
Thursday 29th June 2017 2:59 am
Little blood suckling,
My thumb is plump and red.
You have prevented it from clotting and
Choking the itch out from your sting.
Was there anyone else to suck?
No. Only I, who has been struck
By your hellish juice pump that
Burrowed and pulsated under my skin.
I know why you left the swarm for my
Sweet extraction: it was your fantasy.
You nippers are all the...
Wednesday 28th June 2017 1:08 pm
See These Flowers
To gouge his eyes at birth,
would have been easier
-than to let him see Lupins
grow tall in July;
to see the curve of purple
petals shake in the wind
or snow dripping off
of terracotta slates.
To end his sight
(before these pleasures)
would have been easier.
Tuesday 27th June 2017 1:08 pm
Thunder claps the skies
Whips killing flies
Silence steps for seconds
Then another angel dies
Above the seas brother
Tires burn rubber
Until a violent verdict for its victim
Has sent ripples in society's system.
Monday 26th June 2017 6:30 pm
Avoidance is my strength, talk makes me weak.
When I form words, my energy depletes
And only refills when I have fleeted
From impossible bonds not for the meek.
A gathering of people viewed as darts,
puncture my confidence like it's the target.
My eye hides while I try to bargain it;
Poisoned at birth, not as I departed.
When I am alone my bones are brittle.
No pleasing the poison by...
Monday 26th June 2017 4:13 pm
Drawn little kite
Fly no where
Stuck on a page
White one, bare.
Lead infused kite
Why can't you move?
Is it hard bein' still?
Who made you, who?
Half erased kite
I can end your misery
By turning a pencil upside-down,
Little kite, be free!
Friday 23rd June 2017 8:05 pm
Pitter Pat Cat
Her paws and milk are easily mistaken.
Soon, a pitterpat comes where I'm bakin'.
Her feathery tongue laps the butter up stream,
A "SHOO!" does the trick, too cute to be mean.
She leaps off the counter to hide elsewhere,
I follow straight to her bed, a soft lair.
Resting my head along her side, my eyes
Apologize, for her dark hair did rise.
Nodding her head she gives my cheek a kiss,
Friday 23rd June 2017 6:35 pm
Some days I sit and smell the breeze
To forget about the inside and enjoy what isn't me.
My mirror becomes the meadow surrounded by trees
And the knobs on my knees are the roots underneath.
On the days I feel weak, I go to this place
Where the dew of my eyes becomes the rain.
Until it fills in puddles with the sun embraced;
Caught in its reflection, never to come out again.
I wish to b...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 7:53 pm
My Single Mother
To fall out of love
is no quick task.
It is slow, steady,
and rarely abrupt.
Heartbreak is tension
that stretches its legs to
for the crash.
It's a sluggish
Each particle over time
misses the mold
of what we imagine
as the perfect match.
So we arrive at a crossroads
for each party to be res...
Wednesday 21st June 2017 3:14 pm
I have insulted my bladder.
It sulks and spits at me,
testifying through the night.
It is the reason my eyes carry baggage.
They are over the weight limit yet
I still commit treason to carry them.
The truth is,
I am given no choice.
My bladder holds me hostage so it can ache when it pleases.
It uses bondage to squeeze my mouth shut.
Sometimes, my bladder takes me outside (which s...
Tuesday 20th June 2017 12:46 pm
When Am I Full?
Stretching Journey's legs
Around the corner: downhill
To the fridge, once more
Monday 19th June 2017 8:04 pm
When is It Full?
Swallow dune of time
Dragging it, dry down your neck
Taking years to fill
Monday 19th June 2017 7:41 pm
His Before Mine
Two legs can widen concrete cracks
when pain erupts then builds again.
Like shooting stars down highway veins;
chronic collisions, light wont stain.
Shadows consume rational thoughts,
even lust can't escape the maze.
It's the struggle to wake everyday
on a shore of pain hit by waves.
Doubly dry when the fan won't work,
sweat beads down, no mirage in sight.
No doctor can re-hydrate m...
Friday 16th June 2017 4:44 pm
Fill my orifices
In me a mess
a sin in my holy
serve it up
Thursday 15th June 2017 7:53 pm
I do not feel like rhyming today
Too much black in my body.
is he missing from under the bridge?
-because a troll is underneath me.
I think he desires a piece of my flesh:
a stained, abused, rotting piece.
Who gave him a keyboard so he can type with sour fingers,
those fingers who have never touched someone before,
that are attached to eyes who have seen abandonment by
Thursday 15th June 2017 12:44 pm
Time is Flying
Do birds fly
in pairs of two?
Or do they soar
with themselves star-crossed in blue?
Solitude does not
they need a home to feel cozy.
Our nature is to
bloom with man,
So do we lose ourselves
to stick true to their plan?
Surely we can love ourselves
as much as someone else does
If I could only force the hands of father clock
to the child I once was...
Wednesday 14th June 2017 8:05 pm
O, spark which takes and breaks such tender hearts.
That burn abated I ,who fell to you.
Articulation is her deadly art
Used for malice on me: spells to subdue.
Not one speed nor sound could I break away,
Through her charm I am in dire pain.
O, I try and try to sail from her quay:
Her lips that bewitch mine in red doth stain.
Black as ruin her hair does contend.
I exorcise her heart t...
Tuesday 13th June 2017 7:08 pm
Twin of Hypnos
Emulsified by a dead end,
We all meet that dismal friend
Who utilizes a life chronometer
As a personal carpet sweeper.
Under the rug where life always goes,
With dust and dirt and dreary woes.
The gloom collects high events too, so
Pass it in, it will be soon overdue.
What is that feeling before sleep?
A sort of in between within the deep,
Where nothing is felt or seen
Tuesday 13th June 2017 1:15 pm
Collarbones, collarbones, collarbones.
I wish I hadn't known
Of every pretty girl
Whose hair is perfectly curled
Or eyelashes as far as the sun,
I simply wish there were none.
I am not the fairest of them all
My eyes are brown
And lips too small,
Rather than the girl whose eyes
Make guys fall in the sunrise of
Green, blue and hazel.
I am not as petite as the girl down the street,
Monday 12th June 2017 2:33 pm
Mum Was Right
We were eight years old.
The beach was bleak and the sand reflected the sky in grey hue.
Emily and I wanted to play
but were told by mum what not to do.
We threw our shoes in the mud.
Sniveling children never listen to their mum
and we found a raft and tied it to a wharf.
We says she can kiss our left bum!
The raft was wooden, square and full of splints
Friday 9th June 2017 3:27 pm
From within I saw her beauty grow.
Her beauty in kingdoms doth overthrow
powers so evil
from Hell into cathedral.
Hidden was the beauty she dare not know.
Friday 9th June 2017 12:52 pm
I Really Shouldn't Eat in the Sand.
In sunshine doses
I furiously eat my pasta
in the sand.
Unable to withdraw it all with my hands.
as it multiplies;
grain by grain.
what a fucking pain.
Thursday 8th June 2017 8:08 pm
I, The Loon
Moss covers the glossy outline of his pupil
In streams of gold, of hazel, of effervescent orange.
They explode in a drowned current.
I, the loon will dive deep,
catching nothing but scales that shine
up through the stream from your heart.
The loon is lonely now.
Only when the fish are not there
to catch, hold, touch...
She knows of where they are
but not yet how to reel them bac...
Wednesday 7th June 2017 6:12 pm
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