Saturday, July 4, 2015


White wild lily ink stained stems
Lanky and hesitant yet beyond reach
As the forbidden flower cannot be mine
without crime and patent risk as the dark heart beats reticent
while pale impatiens suffer long and fidelitous
gentle abide a fleeting glance
and impressionist paints my mind
fulfills a few moments dance
fades fast, again

Thursday, February 12, 2015


There are no words and no language, and any writing is absent.
All hate is over and love ceases to exist.  A blank page is dust.
There is no perception and no understanding.
No trees have fallen on empty fields on fire.
All politics have no form or function.  Art is devoid of expression.
The museums' frames that once held them together disintegrated.

I have no name, no arms, no legs, or face.  I have no shoes or socks.
The air that once surrounded me is a vacuum of negative space.
What is a symbol?  How does my tongue say it?
I have no education or experience, and I do not know time.
There are no dogs or cats or leopards.  There are no parks or swings.
All religion has been debunked and made extinct.

We are extinct.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Mirrored Muse

It was only the wind that evening - a cool easy gentleness
that forgave the cacophony of a sweltering and inescapable heat.
Unrelenting our burdensome existence insinuated us into
toiling, machines, maladies, and the tortuous lust after
material requiring intoxicated requite yearning in ephemera
for what we know to be genuine love.
As if we could discern it as it must be of a definite look
form or clearly defined thing.
Does distraction tolerate what finds itself two done to one?

Moons, music, families, and anxieties made lines of this history
on my face and battered body.
In betweens are ends while means minimize miles and tempt
my pen's ink to run.
Appearing undaunted in my mirror with humble ability
only slight steps left to lead me to romance.
A fool I have been and not intend to you.
Is this muse an island among others?
Have I no more to dream of or will this kill us both?

As I am in these passing seconds, an innocent and imbibed
glass will not prevent our fate.
It will be done and when made of one flesh, you will depart
while my tears saline slide so return in ordinary plainness
yet closer to my purpose completes another
while perseverate night clokes all remaining memories
dulcet divine contained waves swept up transformed.


Thursday, June 12, 2014

Epitaph For Monkey In The Middle

Dear dybbuks:

Your comely appearances while pleasant bore me
Although your devotion to family is good, it sickens me, nonetheless
Have you never heard that if you marry an ugly girl, you will be happy?
What are you trying to prove?
My chaotic depraved upbringing emboldens my perversion
The past you neatly tuck away while doing the right things nauseates
Ick!  Did you quit drinking?  Are you apolitical?
The writer's burden is better, and you know it
Your handsomeness will never match my effort
As my whole nature jaundiced, Cancerous, and moribund
You will watch my demise as surely I am humiliated

Peer into my den of iniquity while you sample a life bloated and failing
Once the plain Jane, I am now worse
What makes you love me, still?
Do you feel an obligation to find me still pitiful, yet adored only by you?
Ah, it is another way for you to identify with your blood
Sanguine coursing through your river of persistence
Lust is mine and yours with no hesitation
Lacking in pretense, we three abide it insidious
God damn you!  Militaristic devotees of one who lets go
You curs, I left you out in the rain, ditched and forgot
But, we suck insipid raw and return

No exit this limbo we are doomed to do
In my watery grave, you will watch as my ashes scatter
Into the sea us three, as your tears and laughter find requite
I still love only you two, although I meant to give it to others
But in whoring, I found that I had only two true knights
Press the fucking button, and send me off with Marble Halls
For I am just woman, despite my vain attempts to resist
Assholes!  I cry over you, and it is why I cannot overcome
I hope you feel terrible, because I blame you, justly
Thus reveals the last vestige of my futile pursuit

Friday, May 23, 2014


Six cents beyond violence
Stark, lanky white stems
Inky eye drops inside
Endless twists of chiffon
Crackling draped wispy elegance
Blurs over record skips

Blindly bent over you
Wild momentary
Cacophonous deftly dies
Bluish hue lavender crash
Feverish fruit lost lust
Forced morbidly mine

Winds wasted wrecked
Palate cleanse French torsion
Dare delicate blossom
Fragile vulnerable pith
Tomes dust off wont
Weeps eternal

Twain evergreen
Fidelity soul mind
Surviving simple still
Forever forgotten
Empath sure
Trust is continuity

Rose dusty escape
Smokey silence clocks resist
Center hold safe love's abiding seas
Lugubrious washed on tides
Hoary dissolve air's ills
Slow sunshine opens

Doors divine fate begin again
Denizen division intervene
Her house is tranquil
Falling into you
Capture agony transpire
Slip inside me sincere

Wednesday, April 2, 2014


Your breath against my skin reminds me of our fragile significance
and how soon we will part, so in this close moment, Ah, so close
we remain.

How simple it is that I have you, once more.
That memory of your scent is lit with delicate flavor
while hearts beat blood quicken.

Offer your hand as mine entwine, and we are one.
That bond though firm but tremulous.
What seemed weak in love is strong while we slowly die
in sweet catharsis, widens a world lost on false purpose
and this otherworldly existence overshadows the ordinary.

Monday, March 3, 2014

I Am No One

No one is arrogant
No one is illegal
No one is famous
No one is intelligent
No one is suspicious
No one is believable
No one is hated
No one is Jesus
No one is Atheist
No one is Jewish
No one is American
No one is political
No one is hungry
No one is lying
No one is nice
No one is beautiful
No one is fat
No one is pitied
No one is obsequious
No one is special
No one is dyslexic
No one is disabled
No one is addicted
No one is tortured
No one is abused
No one is confused
No one is loved
No one is rebellious
No one is happy
No one is neglected
No one is defensive
No one is perfect
No one is finished