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precession

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we could have burned. tidal obliquity perfume of your nascent rejection lingers near syllables still cling to ear, barely hear breath from ashes Perihelion precession torque, force me to behave open discourse Morse code, of course we were wounded. bottom has never felt so coarse, hoarse from feeding remorse another antrorse. tiger tusk powdered upon gilded grievance angelic remnant refuse refused to note confusion savaged back upon illusion, your intrusion jack-jawed sibilance scurry meth-maddened mechanics of apsis aperture, until I fall asleep defenseless in ambition Wp=mgr/Iw your angular nature brings moments of inertia vectors and tensors depend all on Euclid’s … Continue reading precession

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hold no more

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gold was I given discard along crooked path I wandered. predilection undefined abalone, bloodstone unearned wealth squandered. casting call grain alcohol perjury beckons bequeath sorrow upon tomorrow for I can hold no more today. Take the flower offered a little lighter coffer hand of gold proffered, intricate, this subtle parlay. Of substance, shared sustenance and shadow play.   Image courtesy of Pinterest       Continue reading hold no more

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ragged harmonies

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I have shitty person syndrome.  I finally got free but it flares up occasionally.  I would sing you a wish but that’s just wishful thinking…remember that time I tried to make you fondue ’cause I knew you were fond of it too but it turned out like fucking glue and so I used it to put up flyers for that missing kid.  I saw a murder of crows today and I swear they were flying sigils of Enochian majic.  Stop, don’t tell me I’m crazy and yeah I know what it sounds like.  she’s never coming back.  I can’t stop … Continue reading ragged harmonies

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hey, Brooklyn

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hey Brooklyn I heard your voice the other day radio man said that you had made the Big time that’s mighty fine for you hey Brooklyn how have you been? I can’t sing but I though I’d write you a song how are you holdin’ on we’re too far gone to cry now we’ve been too long apart. seven and change since you said goodbye the future always seems to pass me by it’s lonely here I thought I’d let you know never wanted any tears or sorrow not from you maybe, that’s partly true I kinda hope it makes … Continue reading hey, Brooklyn

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Moontide and fire

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confluent with winter’s moon my internal discourse with you leaves me a gibbering mess, so very real yet imagined as I haven’t spoken to you in years. I still find I pantomime the flower of words you left, unforgotten. I’ve grown callous to groans from under the stairs I left some things down there, unforgotten. I’ve become accustomed scent of Asian pear jasmine in air, unforgotten. cups of tea honey shared in garden flames spared, you rest unforgotten. Continue reading Moontide and fire

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raw

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what do you say in the velvet aftermath? there is distance a kind sort of anger greens so loud they turn blue in sound of gone baby gone and hey, it’s hanging on that sometimes hurts most wrapped in barbed wire harder to work free when tangled entangled as two atoms can be knowing everything about the other remaining a universe apart gate is there; it’s just infinitesimally small stand better chances of burning in rain vice is worn spite turns to regret for the painful refrains falling upstream quelling capture worship frail release, wounds will not fester when the … Continue reading raw

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FIFY

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FIFY I forced my heart into the shape of your hate I piled all of your shit upon my plate I followed the leader like a good soldier thought it would fall away as I got colder I crushed your anxieties and snorted them I cooked your expectations and mainlined them I drank all the guilt and drowned in it the questions I had are meaningless now are you happy with black tied lies? look at what you have done look at what I have become insignificant I put it in my pipe and smoked it dreaming of azure clouds … Continue reading FIFY

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recrudesce(man I hope it’s a yes)

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tempest, less zest to address I confess there are these things I need to purge from my chest to keep my heart hammering for one more go. Maybe paperless… I was prescribed chess to deal with stress I became angry ’cause all I want is a win quintessence, my twin regardless, I feel better than him.  I killed him. With liquor and drugs bone harmony and thugs distress? yes, but I digress from the story I was telling before this mess marginal, looking in my own reflection hate that grin, it’s sin in the end that drives me although I … Continue reading recrudesce(man I hope it’s a yes)

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if forever was a Tuesday-Revised

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is there a reason to be here a reason for the blood when will reason become clear ’cause I’m drowning in the flood it’s the lights and thrum heave and hum rattle and drum I keep on marchin’ to nowhere feet shufflin’ to discord playing anarchy in my head heart pounds out the subs I cannot hear it’s so loud push pull kiss and shove hold me, hug, kiss and love nothings that meant everything and I don’t know how to fall any further away would you give your permission for me to run into the sun, yes you may … Continue reading if forever was a Tuesday-Revised

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OP’s TSotD-PUP

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In the Yukon valley Where I spent my summer past I was alone in the bush where The tide’s slow and the river moves fast And, oh that golden temptress That golden witch We were on the tundra In a land where the sun don’t set In the Yukon valley Where you left me You left me on my knees On the Athabasca Delta We retraced our tracks All through the woods where we found A compass and a prospector’s mound And I pushed off in my boat With the gold prospector’s ghost Search forever But you won’t ever find … Continue reading OP’s TSotD-PUP