Indecisions hide like bats in the echoes of the cave
Uncertainty sips from the acidic river
Vinegar seeping between the crushed bones and sharp nerves
Isolation and desolation are thumbs ripped from each hand
And the rattle lingers in the corner of the ear drum

Dismay is tucked away behind a faded curtain
Flaws stick to me like starving fleas
Substance is the saliva dripping from the piranha’s teeth
The equilibrium inside me wakes up the storm
And the rattle parades in a rhythm that disturbs the haze

Symptoms of a nontransparent disease spread
Inside the soliloquy the cage embraces the thunder
Murmurs and grumbles tremble with fright
Theology and myths walking in unison
And the rattle pounds like a headache

Butchered insults and splinters drive three inches through my anger
Crude laughs and vicious skies open up pouring sadness
Exasperation drags my eyelids through the dirt
Sorrow is a creek that I cleanse the silence
And the rattle pierces my aching skin

And I lay here with the rattle in the cage soothing the emptiness

Hypnotized by the sound of ice
Clinking in the sound of a glass
Smoggy and dreary atmosphere
Bottles full of hollowness
Mixed exchanges and signals
Pleasantries found in a blur
Spinning comments climbing up
Overdosed by her lustful winks
Lost between delusions and rainbows
First impressions engraved
A fragrance of whiskey circles
Crack of the cue ball dances
Spreading the triangle to all the corners
Quarters placed on the table
Perfume and alcohol mesh
A stench causing grins and sneers
Digits written in pink lipstick of the bathroom stall
A bartenders chuckle reverberates
Jukebox music playing at a ridiculous decibel
Communication at a bare minimal
Skirts and cleavage lecture over a free drink
Epilogues stumbling in and out
Clumsiness and truth cross paths
Ex lovers stuck close in a soap box
Identities hidden promenading in
Monologues spoken wobbling out
A haven of melancholic thoughts
Stationed between 2nd street and the laundry mat
Match made in intoxicating nirvana

Blade like teeth sparkle

Drooling a sinister circus

Vomiting chunks of truth

After inhaling gobs of deceit

Staring at shattered mirrors

stepping into chards of identity

Cutting into a split personality

A minor loss of hearing

Slick black Dracula like hair

Hanging his spirit like a bat

in a tortuous dying cave

As he plays a lullaby backwards

Hands quickly shrivel

Silent eyebrows howl

Character is a slow death

Slithering up Blackout Hill

Decorated vines wrap around my palm

blades fall like rain drops

Echoes of murder growl

at the turbulent and crying sky

I fell between jitters and anxiety

Dirt trembles in the morning

Distant memories click and clack

Love lies in a casket

Dreams don’t escape the coffin

Pungent graveyards bleed sorrow

I slipped between shock and tremors

Dead ends plead guilty

Blankets cover up the claws

Eyelids drip heavy oppression

Trains wreck in the shadows

Dancing in a cold sweat

I tripped into the razor nightmare

Aggravation stews at midnight

Chards of terror surround insomnia

Perplexity and complexity tangle

Faith and beliefs scatter

Nerves gravitate to the weak

I rest my torment on a bed of thorns


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Exclaimed Hallelujah

Absorbing bullets and ricochets

Snap judgements built

An escape to silence

Tripping in debates

Haunting verbiage circling

like a disco ball in my mind

Waiting to exhale

Cynical metaphors drift

Waiting for your backlash

A born tragedy oscillating

Live wires misguided

Cold shoulder ramblings

Slapstick humor shuffling

like feet on cracked sidewalk

Stuck in the crevice

Misfiring hollow words

Disfigured and demeaning

Wrapped around false claims

A clash of the intellect

Distorted and torn apart

Leaving bits of the wolves

Words ripped at the seams

From the marrow

of your bleached bones

I gawk at your cloudy view

From the vessels

of your decaying brain

I peek at your vile lungs

From the ivory skin

to your numb heart

I overlook your flaws

From the incubus

of your wretched soul

I gaze into your core

From the veins

of your savage truth

to your circus tales

I scan the turbulence

of your existence

I rejoice in seeing

the skeleton’s magic

Crawl inside this decorated masterpiece

Crawl in the garden of this hollow fairy tale

Crawl in the trenches to gasp for air

Crawl inside this lost graveyard

Crawl inside this wound of romance

Crawl in the river between anger and hate

Crawl in the carnival to laugh at despair

Crawl inside this forgotten casket

Crawl inside this broken melody

Crawl in the words of this pale chapter

Crawl in the tainted memories

Crawl inside this tragedy without a trace

Even the Devil himself chuckles
The moon is carved with your lies
Tangled up in your demented mind
Serenaded by demonic gargoyles
Stains of convoluted fairytales twitch
Nightmares glide through your skull
As you become the twisted spin doctor
Even the Devil himself despises you
The haunted tree is covered in your sins
Using the phrase “Sick and dying” to draw attention
The line for the roller coaster to hell banishes the disturbed and psychopathic rants
Even the Devil himself cringes at your name
Fearing your chameleon sadistic skin
Wallowing in your fragile bones
Be careful what you curve with your tongue


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Kiss me until we see the dark
Stand in the showering limelight
Seal your vow in the music box
Recite your lyrics softly in my ear

Sing me a song of devotion
Hum to me in your hushed tone
Dress me in your secret message
Hesitate your seductive murmurs

Swallow your sighs and hints
Mumble your satire in your birthday suit
Leave me your pamphlet of ridicule
Staring at your cynicism and bitterness

Remove the jaw jacking banter
Make love to me like the rancid dog
Deliver me one honest sentence
Walk away like the black widow

Excuse me for the agony
Excuse me for releasing the red balloon
Excuse me for savoring the seconds
Excuse me for the painted torture

And the plague escalates

Excuse me for the false love
Excuse me for the disguised ignorance
Excuse me for gripping the treasures
Excuse me for giving all of myself

And the plague spasms

Excuse me for craving substance
Excuse me for aching depth
Excuse me for feeling layers
Excuse me for the strain

And the plague decimates me

Excuse me for suppressing oppression
Excuse me for silencing cruelty
Excuse me for breaking me
Excuse me for shutting down

And the plague ruins my insides

I scratched my identity

with a worn 1974 penny

I saw moisture dripping

from my divided reflection

Murky colors and shades

of discomfort twitch

Uncontrollable jitters

Apathy is a phobia suspended

over my troubled head

A hemorrhage spread out

from the corners to the end

Lack of intersections and interest

Bent and upended against

paralyzed and indifferent nerves

I saw the gash and blemishes

inside the blood clot

I abandoned the rustic door

and sit inside the character

No one wishes to see exist

I kill myself to please the unappreciative

I kill myself to be the juggling act

Thank you for me leaving me in the corner

I kill myself to save you from the trenches

I kill myself to be something I’m not

Thank you for hanging me in the light

I kill myself to write the perfect script

I kill myself to grip onto the last prayer

Thank you for the cynical laugh

I kill myself to seek answers that don’t exist

I kill myself to satisfy all that you crave

Thank you for showing up to my funeral

She slips on theological rhetoric

She hides behind the voodoo stuck to her silent tongue

Wearing her vixen like dress

She acquired accolades and accommodations from the saliva of the burnt orange wolf

She spoke the language of love in riddles and teenage rhymes

Wearing her Madusa like pearls

She mishandled truth and washed down a liter of half bitten lies

She threw away fortunes and laughed at others misfortunes

Wearing her witchcraft perfume

She roared liked the bitch she was and ignored the crowd who carried her on a Persian rug

Wearing her battle ax over her shoulder

Crumpled up letters

Sobbing in hysterics

In a dismal empty room

A 60 watt lightbulb

brightens up the corner

leaving my sorrows

to drown and crawl

in the mourning black

Detesting the fury

in the restless ink

Quickly the door opens

Ignoring your hollow

and oversized sermon

Shaking my tired head

to your diluted church

Justifying her passing

Reminding me

“Everything will be ok”

Biting my angry tongue

pulling out the letter

to my almighty God

“Why God Why”

Undiscovered answers

hang in the picture

of my dear beautiful mother


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Meticulous he was

carefully methodical

speaking in monotone

Pulling the rope tighter

around her wrists and

tiny ankles in the

delusional basement

where rodents crawled

As he grinned at her

lifeless eyes

Sounds of pounding

on the front door

“We know who you are”

“We know who you have”

Entryway breaks

As police scatter

Mason’s dungeon

discovering the barely

breathing Melina

No one ever looks at

Buzzard Shadows Row

the same way

All of us thought we

knew Mason Bronson

I stumbled into the dim cavern

And the shadows criticized me

I stumbled into the dying abyss

And the collision quietly chuckled

I stumbled into your fix

And the solution dissolved

I stumbled into the cynic mirror

And I hated all the distortion

I stumbled into the hollow shell

And I don’t know how I get there

I stumbled into the dark side of myself

And I know there is a light

Another tasteless joke

A direct obscene remark

Small heads turn ninety degrees

Within angst irritations grumble

A fence of hindrance stands eight feet tall

Standing among the less than zero

Ill-humor swaying and flaring

Washing in hot rejection

Fast forward and reverse

Rinsing in cold aggravation

Dissecting obtuse angles

Drying in shackles of setbacks


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