Dog sick heaven drips Into your beady eyes As you watch reality turn To infinity. Your eyes were always Bigger than most I remember catching you On the roof one night Just staring at the world Like there never were busted dreams Only new stars You were either living or dying In the heaven that... Continue Reading →

My music

My music is softer than yours, and I love it. Your music likes to dazzle, I almost resent the spectacle Of your music. The way it dances Neuratically across the stars like A Fourth of July firework, Or rogue satellite All the while, I am laying in the grass Of a forgotten meadow Reciting old... Continue Reading →


Let us remember that we are dust, Under the dismal Texas sky. That we are absolutely nothing here, If not a fistful of Lima beans, A couple of loose dollars, Or a case of cold beers. Have you ever felt how parched the grass gets In the summer. The way that it crumbles, Like a... Continue Reading →

in the rain

Did you know That blood stains But so does honey                     Did you know                     That wherever you run                     A road always leads to home     Did you know That hope is like A firefly                 Did you know... Continue Reading →


To Boddah,     We haven’t talked in a while, But i miss you. We used to talk Back when i believed in things. Back when everything had a reason. When I said so much, Just trying to get it right. Maybe I asked all the wrong questions. Maybe they just didn’t have answers. Why did... Continue Reading →

used to be

Outside your window, lightning strikes the tree you would climb as a child. Its gaudy boughs Charred and delicate like the tip of a match And you see it now, as it was before the ties and the office buildings. Used to be, we bathed in the sun Used to be you played in the... Continue Reading →


He was stranded. Lost. Dragged so far out to sea his screams became the waves. The paradox of salt. Black. Suffocating. Parching. The presence of matter. It didn’t matter. Or wasn’t mattering. In the blue, The boy had lost his feet. But they didn’t matter. The sky did. Like a sapphire halo around his head.... Continue Reading →

A Flood of Recollection

Thousands of miles away from home, you crouch in the attic with a hunger so urgent you have no choice but to salvage the dead rats in the corner. With your hands, the stench of old and rotted flesh parts with their frail, decaying hides. While the water swirls into a stale pool in the... Continue Reading →

Flowers: A poem from 7th grade me

Like the first flowers of spring, I watched life bloom before my eyes. With each and every flower, All the more beautiful than the last. I strode around the fields in the early dew, Gathering buds and blossoms in my arms, I wanted each and every one. In their rigid stems, I saw stability, faith,... Continue Reading →

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