I take a pair of scissors and I trim around the edgesTill a visible perimeter remainsThe more I seem to cut away the easier it getsAnd soon enough I'm past the nerves and into veins It's hard to get it started, all the cutting that's requiredTo remove all of the faces and the noiseAnd some, … Continue reading Resume


I keep the parts of me within a series of compartmentsLike they're different people living in their own unique apartmentsOne is made for working, his demeanor is consistentHe can recognize emotions but his own are very distantAll of his intentions he can qualify and measureAnd he seems almost immune to any moment of displeasure Another … Continue reading Compartment


I guess the way I worded all my words, just spelled "deserted" And I'm really not surprised you couldn't stay When truth was at its lowest and the snow was at its slowest There were angels on the ground that couldn't pray I couldn't hear you calling through the fall of this enthralling Little moment … Continue reading Say


I twisted my apologiesAnd sacred ideologiesUntil the parts I needed most were trueI filled my heart with fusesJust to decorate the bruisesKnowing not why what I choose isAlways differentNever differentSomewhere in between cerulean and blue Where all of the apologiesWere pages from theologiesThe sun had bleached to bone before they bledWhere letters are as flowersPetals … Continue reading Friend


I put another flower on your grave todayThe ones I placed before were losing color in the shadeWere growing duller as they grayed,For, like a little congregation, they were dying where they pray I placed a pair of roses there before your tombThe other ones, I guess, had been devoured by the snowAnd so they … Continue reading Vigil


The problem, I guess,Is the fear I confessOr the fear that, I guess,Isn't valid unless I can measure its weightOr define its dimensionsIn lines that are straightI can bind and then gateAnd assign to a valid extension The problem, I guess,Isn't clearly assessedBy the fear I suppressWhen I'm clearly a mess And I'm digging a … Continue reading Crashes

Directory pt.1

"The thing you gotta understand is just how...unremarkable he was. You know? Like...he was one of those guys that you could talk to ten times in two years and none of it like...none of it really stuck. You know?" "So wait," Jim said. His bottle of beer hovered so close to his lips he probably … Continue reading Directory pt.1


A cluster of geometries I hold and rearrangeComparing them to circles and elliptical designsAnd moving them about as if in doing so I'll changeThe way they never fit -By turning hexagons a bitAnd forcing spirals into places made for linesA handful of obscenities with edges filed downAnd bent into the clamor of a ticker tape … Continue reading Rings


Could I become the reason whyThere's something more to wake and choose to findWith fingers curling slowly on a blade that none could pry...are reasons really good enough to sever or to justify the bind?I wonder, all the same,If it was shame or just a nameOr just an answer that I neededSo that something fully … Continue reading Unfurling