Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The Romanticism Of Death

a hooded shadow
made its way across the room


planting its lips in the fallow soil
kissing the fleshy vegetable
& pulling the plug


Monday, April 14, 2014


she was a blind eclipse
with an anarchic silver tongue
forged in the oppressive fire of patriarchy

All My [H]exes Live In Texas

blood soaked sheets
[white powder anemia]
house of horrors/whores

she took off her cheap dress
he put the money on the nightstand
a one-night stand became an eternity [of doubt]

(the quick slit
of a switchblade
left his throat gaping)

[gargling in his own blood,
he prayed for forgiveness,
for repentance]

she buried him
between cultural divides
[to this day his eyes are still wide-open]

impatiently waiting by the phone
the whole night, knowing
he was probably in bed
with another women

she was right
[she knew he would take the bait
& he did]

{phone rings}
is it done?
(a sly grin)
{end call}

she told him that if he ever cheated on her
then she would kill him
[however she never did specify whether
it would murder him directly/indirectly]

{she kept her [H]exes buried in Texas}

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Happy Reggae Sunday to everyone around this big and beautiful world. I hope that everyone has a magnificent day and that everyone has something to smile about. If you are feeling low I’ll be sure and send some positive vibes in your direction. Wake up with a wake song by SOJA. Peace and positive vibes.

Soldiers Of Jah Army (SOJA) - Waking Up

(Source: Spotify)

Saturday, April 12, 2014

the static of sleep
roaring ocean currents
formatted for digital ears

the conformist who fears conformity
is ignoring the voice inside of me

time’s ripple effect
pressed fingers felt love
lost in the life of another

Friday, April 11, 2014

the stars
are nothing but
pretty little liars

The Calm After The Storm

nuclear sunshine
grieving afterthoughts
invisible souls roaming
amongst ashes

my reminders are tattooed across my forehead. when i look in the mirror they are backwards, but that doesn’t prevent me from standing on my head.

messages from the wind
bewildered wilderness
the whispering willows
muted murmurs

Thursday, April 10, 2014

I feel like my dog has mastered the art of expression. Right now she is standing in front of the stove & clearly her expression is ” put the pasta in the boiling water, you fucking nutsack ” She is like a tiny hairy female version of Chef Ramsey.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

barbed wire veins
serial number existence
more than a sum of parts

broken wine glasses
drunken floor conversations

you can’t escape memories
even if they’re ancient history

The Dance Of Life / The Fate Of Death

shadows danced
hemorrhaging distance
truth eclipsed your lips

draw me closer to your dagger
poised bow / poisoned arrow

lonely sparrow
smiling sorrow
kill me today & bury me tomorrow

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

switchblade semantics
a lunar sliver

he; my executioner
unflinching soldier

my shadow & I
vanishing into dust

heavy thrust
cherry blossom sunset

the death of your grandparents
is a practice session for the death
of your parents

no wonder
losing a child is so hard

we never got to practice.

a tiny masterpiece
painted at the end
of the rat trap

at least they’ll die
staring at something

that is all I could ask for.

Monday, April 7, 2014

Circuit Feeders

microscopic parasites
huddled inside the ear-
drumming away

subconscious layers
false image premonitions
mind manipulating sleep

morning sickness
throwing up blood
& microphones

Unwritten Love Letter

Love is like
listening to a song
in a foreign language.
You may not fully understand
all the words that are being sung,
but you feel the rhythm of the music
and it feels like perfection.


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