Age Is Nothing But A Number (But Your Numbers Coming Up)

"Do you think that it's true? About growing older and finding less and less to go on about. Do you ever consider that a day might carry a sort of weight with it? That there exist a quiet little toll taking something without us knowing every time a...

Lazy Poetry Is Lazy (Remastered)

If you love something, let it go. No, really, it’s fine. Go ahead and leave, I don’t mind. The door’s right there. What’s that? You can’t? Because the door is locked? and there’s barbed wire everywhere? That sounds like your problem, not mine.

Burning Cave. Curving Bae's.

Friends, love, heartache or the sword. People like nothing more than to delude themselves, find distractions to stray or fill the void inherent inside all of us. A demanding job or dream to keep busy and active, some bud or buzz to wile and whisk away...

Old Earthquakes Still Lick Their Wounds

Aquila non capita muscas - unless she stands too grand and glorious in perfume one lace two touch short of obvious, or eyes too touched for a kiss to see the truth. One or two many if too many woo's, enough to make a Baklovian strand flush in...

Clandestine Apotheoun

I opened my eyes to find myself at the foot of a hill. There were people all around me, all walking in silence, some weeping in the middle of the path for those they left behind. I looked up and watched as a pine tree danced with the gentle breeze...

You Are My One And Only (chance at not being one and only)

Spare me the razor and silver linings, I've never been one for spills I couldn't still and stare over with a blue-mooned eye. After all, I am a prophet in the thoughtless. Give me a gesture you meant as nonchalant and I'll read between it like the...

Coyote Diaries #1

"Rudy. You remember Rudy," He asked in a sort of statement. "Short guy, with the blue and yellow motorcycle over by (unintelligible)." A soft silence of clippers and the dull silence of a car drumming by answered. "With the blue motorcycle." He...

Get Busy Regretting (Or Live Fine Not Remembering)

"Her name was Destiny, and she's been mine ever since." New York was restless as ever that Fall. The dull, grey concrete hung around her face as a fog and veil while lampposts lurched like waxing candles, blurred and flickering to the gusts of 4...

He Looks So Stupid On Facebook Anyway

That night was us and the strange scent of hello drifting on the mint of a tide corroding the shore. She left me to walk a beam, some remnant of a dock we'd never care or come to know. Her arms were straight and steady by her side, like a gymnist on...