Keep It Regular
the need i read page-turners sentences that escape their boundaries slip through fingers enjambement slide i grab as many as i can stacked around, waiting i am never really contemplating not reading them half reading them each book marked i’m a reader,…
i am pulling lines out i would lose in the dissolution and pollution of collectivism i am a prism breaking the prison into shattered rainbows where the rain goes pools in the puddles that dream themselves mirrors i am a ball of…
my eyes do not see unkind to blind to unable to find you because unable to find self i built the shelf guilt’s silt inside unsure shore delivered by the tide building a damn to hold back the flow which drowns so…
a new story a news story a we knew story a we’re blue story multi-stories parked above the grave of aplomb a headline a byline a bomb some days you just wish all the reporting was gone
those frozen moments nostalgia sepia they creep in seep deeper hold you hostage like a dream caught in the fade before dawn wakes into day the hands are static the action automatic the pause held like a dancing moment you seek them…
unzip the skin suit drop it in the trash the moment you dash out through the crash of the wave that washes you into the grave or at least the flesh and then you rise fresh like a weight of breath to…
the inexact language holds up a mirror cracked a willed error by a dogmatism backed a generosity of spirit lacked into the corner backed the overpainted image dead a hack writer over an exquisite corpse hacked an earworm burrowed into your head…
it’s a cold morning you can hold your breath a mist bank moving giving shape to an easy dream it hangs like a photo on a milk wall stood dreaming it alone in a room full of people crows fly straight roman…
does ten minutes on the alarm do anything? i wake my bladder chimes in shortly after the cats are starving my wife moves to the shower because it takes her longer and i dig into that margin of comfort just deep enough…
if you believe the one you love is the better person you have to at least do nothing to worsen their life but when you look in their eyes you know they feel the same about you personal pain is a filter…