On the left of me charades drift

Grandiosity shrinks in a bubble

On the right of me a cliffhanger wobbles

Sick brain twisters entwine

Like a stickler stuck in honey

Mysteries fumbling in the peak hours of the night

Reciting the sixty four thousand dollar question

Disguised by a painted enigma

Lost in a foolish pseudonym

Wearing a gray pompous suit

Insincerity rippling in my veins

A glass image shimmering in your web

Sleeping next to a facade

Making out with tossed to the curb excuses

Complexity and complication is a mixed drink

Tangled up in a maze

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

Define the magnitude of one word

A parentheses around the verb

State the clarity in one sentence

Clarify the significance of the emotion

Stagger around the density

Between the solitude and frustration

Singularity sticks to loneliness

Revelations bound to ignorance

Disregarding the format of communication

Absolutely disheartening

Wasted chapter sealed shut


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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

Gazing at the naked canvas words flutter like butterflies above the chill meadow. Shoulders becoming weightless as I speak to my inner world. I saw a dying circus. I witnessed crimes of lust in my pointless dreams. I sat in the fields under a treacherous sky. I stared into the innocent clown with a tear jerking frown. My feet are feeling like boulders. I was starving for salvation. I snarled at the venom in the second paragraph. I fell to the roses that read my poetry. I embraced the words of Mary Oliver. I heard the chimes of Hemingway. I thanked Frost for the road not taken. I felt the elegance of the chandelier. I saw my fears disappear in the clouds. I saw love at first sight. I worshiped the fragrance of authors. I no longer feel the stirs of blocked words. I saw the sinister leaves blow away. I felt the breeze of completeness consume me.


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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

Laying here losing two pounds
Laying here gnawing at the window sill
Laying here in the obscenities
Laying here another endless second

Laying here in the reruns of my brainstorm
Laying here for an eternity
Laying here in the declination
Laying here in the wicked demise

Laying here in fury and sadness
Laying here in the pitch black
Laying here without a clock
Laying here in the cracks of fear

Laying here tangled up in the screams
Laying here in the sea of loneliness
Laying here in the catatonic memories
Laying here in the callous stratosphere

Laying here in the quivering static
Laying here next to the ruble
Laying here next to the embedded stain
Laying here beside the exhaustion

Laying here within the vacancy
Laying here in the nothingness
Laying here in the calm dusk
Laying here in the obscurity

Laying here beside the thin walls
Laying under the dim lights
Laying here in the snow globe
Laying here in the carnage

Closing my eyes on the barbwire

Skating on a thin transgression

Meandering on a wide back road

Falling through a tangled excursion

Uneven and disarranged chaos

Deflecting the indifference

Lightheaded from my shortcomings

Crawling in my untouched exploitations

Juggling white shadows and black light

Washing away the birthmark

Recognizing the drawbacks and faults

Tainted in your burnt eyes

Bleeding drops of anger in my own

In a faded brick dungeon

Goodbye written in cursive

on the comatose barricade

Silently incarcerated for

not forgiving myself

Staring at the inner shadows

Paralyzed by the fears

Hibernating from the

distant accusations

Collapsing to the ground

from the violent prosecution

Lies refusing to evaporate

Evidence held hostage

Deserving to be in contempt

Verdict closing in on

my prisoned and deranged soul

Swallowing the key

Emotionally deficient

Unavailable hands

She leaves me cold

One teardrop

Blank stares piercing

Nonexistent affection

She leaves me confused

Two teardrops

Ignoring casualties

Split and deceased

She leaves me in distress

Three teardrops

Dissolved current

Withdrawn shadow

She leaves me without a trace

Four teardrops

Absent and eliminated

Misplaced words

She leaves without a sound

Inside forever it rains


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Stumbling into a fuzzy

and sanitized brainstorm

Watching the fury

leave stains where the mime

inside placed his hands

on the four by four box

Chatter dissolves

Blood clots stricken

Nonstop convulsions

A falling stigma is spread

like dust on the tricks

of my broken down mind

Fears wallow

Doubt hangs like tree branches

in a distraught hurricane

Analytics in bold

Emotions shredded

Wiping away the dirt from

my cynical and distant eyes

Leaving the mime inside

cry like a new born baby

Constantly misunderstood

A misguided circus fumbling

through the fog

A part of me is the feather

of a soaring bird

Never falling to the ground

without direction

Grasping the words of the prayer

Sent to God from a letter

Please save the mime


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Foolish and dumb I crumble

Stuck in a wrecking atmosphere

Drifting out of consciousness

Wishes fall beneath my feet

I can’t move

A jolt of discomfort shatters within

Starring at discolored fragments

Crying romance bellows forgiveness

Dropping rights and wrongs

I can’t move

Dying to be understood in tired eyes

All I absorb are tears and rain

wearing a chain of animosity

through a howling river

I can’t move anymore


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Turning the mystical corner

Shedding a lonely cloak

Stumbling into a undertow

of trembling chaos

Cutting the vine of trust

Assuming the worst of me

makes me never

want to touch you

Presuming danger and harm

But continually using

words you don’t mean

Accepting loneliness

as a shade of grey

Understanding I’ve been

alone all along

Disappointed by your black and white view

Disappointed by the colorless verbiage

And you continue to speak

Disappointed by your cliches and metaphors

Disappointed by the reruns played in your head

And you continue to speak

Disappointed by your anxious stance

Disappointed by the ignorance displayed

And you continue to speak

Disappointed by your choices of phrases

Disappointed by the all about me attitude

And you continue to speak

Leave me a pile of scrutiny

Leave me a bag of aggravation

And I will toss it in the dying closet

Leave me a tiny bit of solitude

Leave me an ounce of spoiled milk

And I will throw it in the empty pantry

Leave me a gallon of spiked juice

Leave me a shred of laughter

And I will painfully swallow the bits

Leave me a bottle of shadows

Leave me a jug of sarcasm

And I will watch myself drown

Leave me a tank of affliction

Leave me a plate of dirty lies

And I will break another mirror

Leave me a pair of worn out glasses

Leave me a little bit of rust

And I will never see my heart ache

I’m sorry for the restless carnage

I’m sorry for the bridge of hurt

I’m sorry for the never ending wounds

I’m sorry for the blazing bullets

I’m sorry for the vicious disguise

I’m sorry for rendezvous shadow

I’m sorry for the bloodletting

I’m sorry for the eclipse in your eye

I’m sorry for the circling thunder

I’m sorry for my cursed identity

I’m sorry for my numb existence

You threw

the glitter and tinsel at my mouth

You threw

compliments I knew would fade

You threw

words without a sound

You threw

a playbook I already read

You threw

colors of paint I already touched

You threw

lights around my sensitive neck

You threw

a chard of glass at my eyes

You threw

glitter and tinsel that I knew would

eventually fall to the ground

I sat in a puddle of insignificance

I stand in sand of irrelevance

I am undistinguished to you

I posed in a senseless portrait

I fell in a pointless discussion

I am minor in your grand vision

I sink in a vapor of nothing

I find myself alone in conversations

I am a cloud of dust in your clarity