Surrendered whilst squandered, the singsong of so long, adjured in black and white noir-past futures in sutures, I solemnly swore to forego my mother and father. Sitting reluctant, at the stand awaiting a never arriving cue from the man who promised to defend me, in century old film hue, children aggigle, ceilings so high bright…
Let the lulling beckon and sing, O Death-thy sword aflame, the screeching echoes of a hungry night scale the walls that flatten under foot; Mounted on horseback my gaze in a daze amid slightly shifting pine trees inclining at the back of a slumbering lion, star-arrayed and in full display, a nocturnal ballet whilst a…
The paper soaked the afternoon sun as it hovered gently on the oak table adjacent to the window facing the mountains; a seraphic zephyr with a childlike temperament flirted with the tattered curtains-spinning-swinging-almost forming a beckoning of the hands of the perfume outside-a call from atop the golden slumbering lions that laid still under a…
The desert had agreed to an ancient pact and sighed its dark winds without want. The shades of red and sun bleached burgundy covered the mountained backdrop as shadows ran like frantic orphans. Arcane wailings whistled through the sun cut holes in the stones and crawled with their never ending fingers across the landscape. Cacti…
The Call
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Somewhere along the line I lost myself…between the hum and strum of the ballad —the bullshit and harrowing in the harmony—I faded…
Happy Independence Day
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I weaved in and out of the dotted divider line on a dark and narrow bike trail observing with squinting eyes the…
What It Means Again To Write
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Satie, I summon thee, thy ivory keys… Miller, must thou metamorphocysts cower in this modern age, grand sir? Chanting now, Oh Chandler! Art thee shamefully…
Dying Lover
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The Theatre And Its Trouble beckoned forth with lazy, gentle naked steps in the vast empty space where dust had snowed decades…
Midthunder
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Resilient and resonant, convicted by cacophonous convictions, pushing past the postulation of precursor—crudely claiming empath whilst coldly and quietly ticking like a…
And I See
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The bungler—the breath-taking-bruised up boy balancing the facade and the empathroes behind to be beaten by the succubus and intrigued in the…