Factogram

I don't know who made this , but they're right.

a haiku

a light wind turns harsh
weathered by an endless storm
all is well again

Shakespearean sonnet

Fireworks



If mirrors could cry you would drown.

I hold onto that precarious hand

that isn’t mine anymore, since the last time you got around.

And this is the last time you’ll hear from me, Maryland.



Call me whatever you care to say, call me a fag, call me gay.

If I were less of a man I’d call you a cunt or a whore or

whatever you want my dear, do you remember your negligee?

And how it was too small but you wore it regardless. You fucked me like a chore.



This time I’m stealing from you.

I’m taking your worthless gold since you don’t have a heart anymore.

And I’ll kiss your chapped lips and whisper adieu.

I’ll wipe my eyes clear and walk away, gently closing the door.



My heart is all ashes.

And there’s a lighter in my pocket full of fluid and your curled eye lashes.

Flamingo

Flamingo
1/12/10

For Love
I’ll run to you
scrape the pavement from my teeth
drink ink until I die
from far too much life.
A helix in a vase,
a monkey who found God under his fingernails,
took a pen
and drew out all of the beautiful complexities
uprisings from the oceans;
wings and vocal chords,
map makers making map makers
with death slouching sadly against the wall.

Poem

Our short days come one by one
but if you die with me
I'll hold your hand.

a verse

A testament to the weakness of words.

Poem

Tents and Tables

Scarred but not scared,
the mark of a true masochist.
Burnt away the sacred flesh,
blessed in black and white.
Dressed in folded gauze
for the rubber neck world to see;
the lonely ones, locked away.
The matching ones,
oh fucked up day.
Jesus Christ in stone so high
I clean the sewage lined streets with you.
You fucking character
you character in a paper book.
I'll write myself just like you.