Art Of Silence
the postman may always ring twice for Lana Turner
but not for me
no more
Silence
in that sacred space created
a beauty of mind
Category: Poetry
Five Thoughts
Five long, sticky and clinging thin, thinner, thinnest: numbering. One small and short, a stubble amongst the firs on her palm, the rest four ticking like ugly babies shoved in a cradle in a casket. The lines bleed out a night’s hard work we cry crimson and one sticks out Read more
A Lovely Conversation Amongst Strangers
Redemption was in order, but his sins outweighed her ability to forgive. Two friends, turned strangers, once lovers, now hardly knew each other on that night. They were growing further apart in the house they shared together for years. His own reflection sickened him, and the sight of her brought Read more
All I have
It was the first time you didn’t fall for my smile, the one you realized wasn’t real. You took me home and tugged me in, You kissed my forehead and held my hand. I fell asleep crying. I woke up and you were still there, No answers to the burning Read more
RepetitionReputationReligation
Is key willful to believe sounds silly Statistics are all surreal in a sense 2nd Most Static Civil Caste System Britain is 1st we Better Beat Them Writing with pure heroin is bizarre Personality prefers speedballs Personality disorders prefigure Future medians and mediums Corporate technique of throwing More content at Read more
Spit It Out
I wish I could get rid of the taste, it is metallic and poisonous, like burnt pious self-righteousness, unpalatable. I want to wash and sterilize my mouth, my mind, my body, and my spirit of all the trash it has produced and swallowed. I wish I could erase the memories; Read more
Archives of My Mind
I’m the archivist of my mind
But I lack the proper training to keep a clean house