nye

Air

Upon the first wake up,
Get up,
head outside,
to the crisp meeting
of air on flesh.

And I smile
Realizing
This simulation is real.

inked

2012

strange how a day
that begins with coffee
can end with robots
destroying the world.

Looking up

7:18 p.m.

so much time
in this space
you can
almost
feel them
both collapsing
into a single moment

The Secret Machines

The Secret Machines

Viewed from my couch through the old oak tree

Sun slips
on trees leaves
and falls behind
another day

Movement

His hand moved down
her shoulder.

Running the path along
her breast

brushing her arm

seeing her flesh.

With a gasp,
he blushed.

set and setting

Mine

A thousand years from now
our small metal children
buried so carefully,
will leap out of the ground,
and say hello
(goodbye)
to the future.

exaggerated cold front

Maybe not mature, but the only thing that came to mind.

Strange music makes my chest tingle
and I
imagine somewhere outside,
people are awaiting to accost me.
Maybe I’m at fault
maybe I’m to blame,
no one has the right to say.
But for this moment,
hiding in the bathroom seems the safest thing to do.

Headache

Brain dump.
The largest natural
depository in the world*
always at my disposal.
And located just above my shoulders
and right below my cushion of hair.

Sometimes,
the sting sets in
and I’m forced to,
every so often,
Release the hatch!

Witness contents flowing out,
sounds never heard,
sights never, ever seen…
Clear pointless nothings
paraded in my face,
saved for too long,
collecting a painful film of dust.
Empty once again
my head no longer aches.




*depending on your definition of largest, or natural, or depository.

nola band

What’ll this get you?

Some pocket change
A guitar pick
And a little lint.

Fist opened
Leads to clinking metals,
falling faces,
landing with a
tink
tink…

hand snatches,
27 cents.

lost

If today should be the first time that it happens,then it only stands to reason there’d be nothing to compare it to.

Random quantum fluctuations
keeping me on my toes,
waiting for our universe
to crash into its brother.

Or for that sun,
which I adore so much from a distance,
to come in for a closer look
and melt away my house,
not to mention my flesh.

Heavy eyelids sting like needles

Popping sleep
like junkies
nap on pills,
shivering
from withdrawals at 10 a.m.,
the effects are wearing off
and I just don’t dream anymore.

Time to stock up.
Hibernate.
Overdose.
Fall out on numbness.

Do not disturb…
I will awake buzzed.

Until then, let me be.