and their children
(2013)
Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…
From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
Sometimes I worry what you’ll thi… about these words I spew upon this… Not often. Not for very long. What of the form and structure?
