three two one

How fast does time travel in heaven? I need a reason why I’m back to play. I know it’s you.

Let’s pretend we’re in the same vicinity.  Let’s collide. Pretend the outcome wasn’t predicted. Supernova.

I don’t know if you’re aware what you’re getting into. I’m here til the end blacks us all out. SAY APOCALYPSE AGAIN.

Count to ten.


the point the purpose

know I’ve reached my limit
  when the drink is there
     but there’s only a wall
      to answer to &
         that’s why I need you
           to ground me

           I need you, to focus

is it too much?


Shamefully yours,

WordPress, you’re my fucking nightmare.
    Or maybe I am really my own,

    Despite being displeased with duplicity
           I am an acronym for self loathing
     my talent is my curse
        these words are my salve
                                        & splinter

            My relationship with language
                     is domestically violent
                             fucking poisonous
         I inflict pain until it oozes blood
             then smile when it screams

          I AM FINE.


reading an eye chart in braille

I klep away with a pocketful of crushed bills and a dream ablaze in the distance; dressed diaphanous, lilting verse & reading Greek philosophy for scholarly misfits. I’ve long since forgotten what it time it is, you can tell from the mascara blotches. I need you to remind me. I’m half-hoping my words disappear into the ether; no one needs to know I was here, if I was half here, half –

Focus; a red/dot trained on the bones of my face & I swear someone pulled the trigger. You can call me Low, middle name satisfice. You’re always going to need a little more if I’m doing this right.

There’s sertraline in my bag I don’t want to commence. I’ve got a penchant for the assassin known as addiction, I believe we’ve always lived in love. I fell asleep curled up in skinny jeans and woke up on the wrong side permanently. Nice to know you saw me. Send me a happy ending. Pretty please?


face reveal

Death and fate once made a fatal marriage
       I think the moon is leering over me
                I’m aware there’s power here
                            & I keep it on a tight

                            I have to:
       because when you read the room
       you run             my fucking world

                            I recognize power now
               as my most compelling demon
                  & hypothesize 
                             how/when you met
                                       when it’s silent



Take never—forever
          for my speed limit simulator
               knows the scenic route
                 & t[his lead foot
        believes this
                       is a race,
                  thinks death is a form
                              of traffic police

          I’m due for all kinds of
                        emission tests …
                            By the by/

                        in my tire-fire dreams
          I’m huffing carbon dioxide streams
                                  escaping my captors at last



a new lease on life

I’m on a backlog somewhere
  reserving breakable tombstones
      for howling children
        that I don’t know,
           & have no discipline
     [there’s gotta be somewhere
       anywhere|else            to go]

                    where it’s silent as the snow
                      I wasn’t this violent
                                            before, you know
                I wasn’t this heartless
                          in an instant
                          & now. . .

I’m gone.


wake up call

& when s0briety
    smacks you

this is your long awaited welcome
    a poison kiss
       do you feel
           again / irrelevant ?

  next time the drugs will
        whisper in your ear


| × will you bare your throat

for the truth?

[it’s bitter]


unintended consequences

Don’t stop don’t stop
  I know you’re around the

Don’t stop don’t stop
  I know you’re around the bend
  & I know you’re cashing back
     -to this antique world
      where you don’t have to buckle up
       you don’t have to fit in
There is really no requirement at all
  I only have one friend to bring along
   & she walks by my side
        wherever I go, so
    you see? We both hate
                            to appease
                        this futile shabby state
  we swoop in like storm clouds
         in/over crowds
              we darken pretty canvases
        with blood, we, mavericks, all

    I make no apologies
       we shall have our relief
         through ferocity through subtlety
             through the intensity we bring
        like dynamite to someone’s door
           or a little simple radiation
              glowing off the skin
          Don’t stop





Ariel was part piranha
     that’s what Disney didn’t tell you
         about Prince Eric’s
               happy ending
              it also doesn’t describe
       nor identify who lies under the sea
              where there’s a skeleton
                    just that there was a Melody
                I’ve made my peace