Please

Please don't let me wander where the roads that I avoided ever sprawlWhere, behind the thickets, lie the secrets that I keepAnd only words remain as any proof that I can weepWhere just so many patterns rest in humble disarrayBut these are mine, it's what I have, and I would love to lose them all … Continue reading Please

Disconnect

How do I followOr hope to respectWhat was worthy in meOr was lacking in theeWhen the optional feelingsWere met the ceilingsOf wanting your warmest neglect? What does it matterAnd what did it notWhen I promised the worldAs my own was unfurledBy your carrion passionYour flare and your fashionAnd everything else I forgot How do I … Continue reading Disconnect

Know

It's odd when some identify with me through how I writeLacking any sort of context as they fabricate insightsAs if to say"It's all okaySee, I can see youBecause me, I chose to read through what you've written"Some engaged and others smittenAnd I wonder who this person isAnd where this other version livesThe me they keep … Continue reading Know

Iterations

It's 1988 and I don't remember much more about the date and time than that but I know that the world has gone from a torrent of wild emotion to one that is anything but. When I wake, I'm greeted by concerned faces and expectations that I don't understand. My head hurts and, even though … Continue reading Iterations

Level

Placing first a pound of flesh upon a golden scaleSo you can tell me, "Love, when true, would offer more,"And so, with edges dulling, do I choose how next to failDiscounting how I'm growing soreBecause it's love, and you imploreAnd after all, how could you ever in my agony so revel? Then it's just another … Continue reading Level

Kind

Nice. Maybe even kind. I read an article recently that talked about how they're not necessarily the same. "Don't be nice at your job. Be kind." They said that nice people have a tendency to be nice because they want something in return or, at the very least, they want people to be nice to … Continue reading Kind

Adam

When we pull up to the restaurant, it's a long, slow deceleration and I'm flanked by other vehicles so far in all directions that I'm not even sure where the beginning and the ending is. Even to the side of me are other vehicles - solid black, windows tinted, bulletproof. Someone opens the door next … Continue reading Adam

Autopilot

In weaving this, a wonderful mirage,I place a veil of lacquer over empty catacombsAnd painting little stars to hide alone where night is blackerThan the part of me that knows that, in a way, it's sabotageBecause I promise you a winterAnd a sign of "None May Enter" But here I have become a mere facadeAn … Continue reading Autopilot