I am an ossuary For the skulls and bones Who’ve seen my insides raw I can envelop and expand To hold imprints of loved ones past For unloved familiar faces For warm strangers It is now baggage of my own Imprints of film and life That I feel I’ve lived But now these imprints cause […]

They burst apart when we’re asleep These unexamined inconsistencies Memories, a fibrous mass Weigh something on a pair of scales Energy When you ask, you change The order of things and The things in the order Elegy Write it down and spurn Contrarian words I would have said On the street two ships of Thesius […]

Now here’s an eclipse As the blood slowly drains Away from my eyes and down from my heart A neuron breached its way too far With gravity of magnetars It is not a lapse of time. It is not a prayer for the sun. Fuck St Valentine and everything he’s never done.

There is a spider in my bathroom She sheds her skin to keep herself company

I used to be creative. I used to make music, construct images, to write, to draw. I used to have a thirst to learn. Now I am petty and self absorbed, I have turned out just like my father. I am a one dimensional character paralyzed by self awareness, full of self loathing. But I […]

Locked so many eyes Turned away that many signs Exorcised most feelings And simmered down the tides too high Returning greetings from white knuckled fists Buckled daily, but did not return Faced straight to what the crooked say To reach a resolution, one is patient Must wait through, ’til crack of day I’ve locked so […]

Floods the river, caves the mountain Dragging out these fantasies of disappointment Follow me out by border’s way Passive, marching by my side Cracking strata clears a stage for two Guilt is green, as I am clear You’re colour blind and I can’t hear Ignorance is bliss War is familial Hands will tear At those, […]

Stepping stones appear in muddy waters Step by step with limited vision Step half-man and walk obtund Breathe in through your iron lungs Between the eyes of jury duty Chosen ones of convenient suiting Bound possibilities by book read of recessions In the dirt His brain is losing its last depressions He walks, he runs […]