Category Archives: Poetry

A Snake or a Gun

              I am tired of thinking and talking There aren’t any more answers to be found And I’m sick of just walking around   Confidences will simply always break, Relationships wither, grapes in the … Continue reading

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The Future is a Thicket

The past ‘n’all my love a blasted ruin City of the dead consumed by desert Rebuilt again ‘n’again, what else ‘s’worth doin’ Sand foundations, falling always to dirt   The future, it is a thicket of thorns Strang’ling each limb, … Continue reading

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Five Typed Lines

You went off with ‘nother ‘round Christmas time Snuck out while I slept ‘s’if you’d done a crime You burnt and clipt the wings off butterflies But blamed it all on me, to summarize So now you’re only worth these … Continue reading

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Cigarettes

Anti-smoking ads give me that craving For a lit cigarette slowly burning Killing me, my sanity it’s saving When I inhale the darkness stops churning   Poison less toxic than my memories Black lungs better than cancer in my mind … Continue reading

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Checkmate

                  It’s all just a game But it’s all that matters My pieces aflame My defenses in tatters Thinking too long And moving too little Opponents still going strong And my set … Continue reading

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Monsters

We’re born into a wildfire of sensation. Suddenly it’s bright and cold and for the first time you’re exposed. Dropped in a foreign word of twisting sights and nauseating sounds, surrounded by, which might as well be and still be, … Continue reading

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Beatrice

My favorite instrument is the violin. When it is truly played it sings. No other instrument has had the potency to move me, to inspiringly haunt me, to allow me to stand before the angels of heaven and nymphs of … Continue reading

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