Between the blackouts and the vertigo
slurred discussions evaporate in the smog
Excuses and cursed words creep in
Empty words reside at the bottom

Even the bloodshot moon cries

Between the collision and the stars
sound of gin on the rocks washes away
sarcasm and coughed up memories
Acceptance of losses linger in the cold

Even the bloodshot moon cries

Between the anger and the doubt
brick walls rise inside my head
Drowning in the misery and sadness
Reveling in the toxic moment

Even the bloodshot moon cries

Between the strangers and ignorance
conversations vibrate and tremble
Loneliness staggers among the silence
Bottled up screams whisper

Even the bloodshot moon cries

Like a sunburn in the desert

skin bright as copper

Peeling the layer of desensitized

anger off with bitter teeth

Lackluster consideration

Wrapped around her centered self

No longer grasping of love

Magenta saliva dripping off

his jaded and reckless tongue

Calm like a silent bomb

Ripped off exasperation

Provoking frustrations

Boiling animosity and tantrums

Scratched and irritated affection

Pecks and lifeless cold shoulders

Struggling to confine the stew

Outraged by the stillness

A piece of mind is endlessly shaking

You are a hidden mask

You are a contradiction with high regard

You are a picture without a frame

You are a weed in the garden

You are a chameleon in camouflage

You are a longwinded book without a cover

You are a fat lip with a lisp

You are a spider in the basements’ web

You are a leach in the morning

You are a branch that broke off the tree

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

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

I’m lost

in the translucent visual

I’m wrapped

too much into fantasy

I’m engaged

in to what isn’t happening

I’m staring

at the colors in my head

I’m laced

up in sexuality and wonder

I’m walking

through a wet and hazy dream

I’m feeling

so many hands reaching for me

I’m aching

for the sweat to never disappear

I’m ignoring

the parts to the puzzle

I’m chasing

the river next to the sunset

I’m bleeding

from the knife of reality

I’m recognizing

the shadows of emptiness

I’m wanting

what does not exist

I’m needing

the hands of wishes

I’m starving

for what others possess

I’m craving

for what I don’t have

I’m stalking

the landscape in my head

I’m writing

for what is missing

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 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

In and out of affection

In and out of disoriented dreams

Falling and fading away

In and out misguided love

In and out of a lost fantasy

Falling and fading away

In and out of human touch

In and out of down pouring rain

Falling and fading away

In and out of what use to be

In and out of what is gone

Falling and fading away


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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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I’m not worth a penny
You won’t see any shine on me
I’m only a dot on this earth
You won’t even notice I’m here
I’m not a decoration
You won’t see that I exist
I’m only made up of coal
You won’t even notice that I’m gone
I’m just a tragedy waiting to happen
You won’t even care that I spoke
I scream in silence
To recognize that I’m alone

Like a caterpillar in the midnight rain
Crawling through the hollow misery
Love departed in the chilling seams
Disappearing sentiments shriek
A Rendezvous slipping away in palms

Astonished by the copper leaves flying
Lakes drying up from the emptiness
Broken prayers misguided by the glare
Compromises thrown like pounds of dirt
Discomfort stuck in the tendons

Our love trembles and yowls

Agony settling like trampled dust
Gasping on the soaring affliction
heartache submerged in soot and spit
A romance ripped at the fingertips
Surrounded by the scalding temperatures

Violent cramps pricking rhythmically
Thickening torture runs down my throat
Weeping madly and in confusion
Seeking deadly faults within the glass
An illness dispersed in coarse veins

Our love shivers and screams

Clarity is a dark cloud dangling
in my sunken and insomniac eyes
Jumbled up words scribbled in my mind
Walking like a tormented disorder
Gripping on to the petals with my palm

Forever embroidered within my sleeves
Dropping it below my tattered knees
Falling to the distorted earth
Gazing up at the swollen apricot sky
Tears flooded like a waterfall

Our love bleeds and pulsates

Shadows of the gravestone widen
A fortress of preciousness clamped
Clutching adoration and admiration
Seeking answers from a growl
Tasting chunks of sorrow

Drinking melancholy from a flask
Elsewhere and gone in my pockets
A nickel has more value than my identity
Bitten by never ending and lasting scars
Latching onto oppression and misfortune

Our love flinches and grovels

Questioning faith and man made religion
Cursing like a drunken sailor
Angry at the curved roads without signs
Cut hands raised in the fickle air
A flight of exasperation lingers

Waking up from vexation in my stomach
Anxiety and headaches twinkle like stars
Burden worn like an army jacket
Distress sinking in my teeth
Anguish and inward sketches touch

Our love is seeking answers in the mist of our hands


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