Shaking higher the midnight hour letting the allegro roll no slow surrender keeping the wheels turning burning faster until the hum begins to rise like hands sliding up the curve of a spine finding its way to the hunger fingertips tracing the pulse the hollow of a throat tastng the salt of the big naught a rhythm you can’t escape of the silk unraveling like skin on a clock stretching into minutes shaking higher the midnig...

much the dew clinging to grass dawn’s breath on the clover diamond’s without gruff sparking the wind chimes in the autumn’s glades as the sun begins to climb a familiar face to see a hello a new day to live as you take the first day walk smooth and bitter in autumn Collaboration with Atticus Abbey

The leather seat groaned under Beau Lucifer shifting weight as he tapped nicotine-stained fingers against the armrest of his throne. A salvaged airline captain's chair bolted to a dais of crushed Cadillacs. Carrying the scent of the taxidermied dead in mason jars, Beau a master piece of sculpted grace reflecting the glorious light of his creator. Now a face of corruption in duality. a Highwayman of sins sitting on his ass...

You said I miss you And I did not believe it I do not know what is the matter But I feel unlovable these days If only you knew how lovable you are How big of a mark you leave on me Like a jagged twisted bloody scar That I display proudly for the world to see You think that you are not missed? Why is it you do not understand? I would lay down my life for a chance to be kissed I would give you the world if it meant I could...

I wish I was your bottle of whisky So that being a heavy drinker you are You would consume me every time She says she wants to be consumed But I dare not drink her Because I am already doomed Maybe she was intrigued by some words that she read Maybe she wants just a glimpse into the darkness hidden in my head Maybe she gets turned on when I write and scream and cuss Maybe some day her and I will just become us Maybe... ju...

Paff puff I smoke you like a cigarette Paff puff And then again paff puff I am addicted to you.

coined by night with closing of eyes shadows fall with a hush of silence and weightless gravity incognito of the dark fading to indigo bleeding into the sheets of the quiet abyss dissolving into nocturnal dreams the dreams of yesterday, today and tomorrow. chewing eternity in the mouth. felt always bitter and sweet oh so sweet. Collaboration with Atticus Abey

As time slips away falling a pocketful of sand in gravity between my fingers of thumb and memory lost in temporary like a clockwork ticking measured in hours among the stones leaving only dust and schizophrenia with ghosts in my Lenovo as time slips away falling listening to the Rorschach echo, “Jack be nimble, Jack be quick” It is the echo of city, be like that, be like this. As I drift slowly on the narrow streets. The...

The albatross ‘victor’ Gets up in the morning And does wing-exercising; Rain is not stopping him this morning; He has done it repeatedly, On rainy and sunny days; He flaps his big wings against the strong winds, Hops in the air And falls back on the ground; Flaps his big white wings another time And hops back to the ground; The albatross has a clear set goal in his head; He aims at learning to fly; One day he knows, he wi...

The woman; I wanted to see her on a costume; Wearing clothes That were made for the chief of astronauts; Clothes that reminded you There is no time, Time is running out; You ought to put all that strength And concentration on your will And fulfill it; Make it done;

On the list of memories; All kept as files on my head; Today the drawer opened And I got reminded of you; And …Of course … I got reminded of that taste … In my mouth, …When I tried to taste you. .. I got reminded of How it turned out, You were oranges and apricots, But of course made of plastic;

Oh to see your cute dimples pretty face and sweet voice Another time.

I see the corner of the room You are not there Instead there is a hollow The same old song Loneliness.

One hundred years of life or more To outsiders it would seem like a goal, a wish, a hope But they didn’t see you decline or how your mind slipped away bit by bit They didn’t have to watch as you forgot the world around you Or the way the people you loved and who loved you were forced to watch you go But now you are free from life’s burdens Free from the tragedy of not knowing who and where you are Rest well and we, your l...

Lucid stains of dreams echoing defying gravity with shadows of the dark bird. In this void decaying memories touching the ribcage of my mind. Reflecting the ice that burns through the floor dragging me down toward the throat of the night. With the ghost of my quill still wet from the inkpot, the silence stretches into a wire taut between my lobotomy. Disintegrating into insanity, a narcissistic butterfly shrinking into da...