Stand With Me

because i need you to because you need me too also because we have everything we need and we are in easy control to laugh at speed, space, or time and anything that turns on our dime. this could be love or regret oh shit, now i forget.not yet?not yet.let’s not forgetwhat we were laughing … Continue reading Stand With Me

Meat Carver

In this tactile antiquated impulseYou revealed yourselfmore clearly than rolling in ink;naked, downhillThat's all of me right therein dusty charcoal; in stinky ink,laid outIn this pinked sheer reaching hand in;shoulder deep darknessgrasping at something detachingtoo smallSo that's it? That's my all? Or all that's possible,for this un-papered thing reaching?[Never better and not possibly more than … Continue reading Meat Carver

It Was This Division Bell

Photo by Mike on It was this Division bell That started churning Coals and ashes Alight Reviving some hell Bent un-better Something much wetter And heavier still by how we hold it Unwritten once bitten by fear and revulsion Nothing could be a better emulsion Than his revisions to who he said we are … Continue reading It Was This Division Bell


It shook the fear right out of me, like dirt from the rugThat kept being pulled out from beneath my feet, it\'s hard to know where I can stand.So I am nailing the rug to the floor,And painting somethingon it.Falling, tripping child, reachingLike leaf from branch to shoreInstant longingThis soul screaming,In unending daysSearching the grounds between time and placesfor … Continue reading Tripping

Hypnagogic Vision

What if I answered the question As if it was asked? By someone who demanded an answer. Fuck, that's it. Let this experiment rip. To the one(s) arriving(again) soon I want. I am afraid That if i speak it Define it and truly want it That it won't come That I am not enough [yet? … Continue reading Hypnagogic Vision