Crater Fogs We grow into our pantsLike the weather on the moonThe droplets re-form on our browsWe cloud our thinkingWith billows of sweat steam From my 2017 book Synaptic Syntactic available on major platforms such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, and Kobo, as well as direct from my BookBaby store for $4.99: https://store.bookbaby.com/book/synaptic-syntactic Featured […]
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In the Alterations
In the Alterations In all the days of itWe worked and we toiledWe of the silting up of the worksIn the alterationsIn the alterations of we all the small onesIn the alterations of we all the small ones we wokeIn the alterations of time we sought a chance. In the alterations of time we sought […]
entwine well moon (v4)
disassemble your partswhat are you in there?The Jenga tower of nervy pieceschain reaction machineThe phonemes bind togetherwith fitful flowing notionsas keening winds of chatterWith no more time permitted -unscrew the hunger- and get No answer-just the ringing empty- ascending skyward, vinesentwining ‘round the moonagainst the cold of nothingShining, gazing downhurling unsought solaceThere is no promise […]
AS YOU DISINTEGRATE […]you have been warned[…]
Latest version of a poem from my 2017 eBook, Synaptic Syntactic: “[…] but otherwise unwise and in time you all shall know, or perhaps shall know nothing, but as of which of the times did you know of your guilt, or did you ever? Were you ever of the uncaringness of children, or were you merely of a sniping mind? […]”
The Ballet of Flinders, Splinters, and Shards
Like the Matrix lobby scene As dancing sparks from the bonfire Or the fireflies, when they’re thick Like when you fall to pieces Your pieces fall to shards, And your shards fall to splinters, And you splinters burst into sand, And the sand explodes into dust, Like a supernova of personality And then become spread […]
Half in and Half out
The edits are made and discarded Policy states that no one may be distinct from any other, except in those cases in which they may, but see disclaimer Sometimes, the moon is simply not fit to purpose And we must all be prepared to take to the sea The wind It comes We must be […]
entwine well moon
disassemble your parts what are you in there the jenga tower of nervy pieces chain reaction machine partly flow the spores the drifting wind of tone there is no time in place unscrew the hunger No answer. Just the ringing empty of the thanatoic sandworms piling on the sweaters against the cold of nothing there […]
Lost in Mist 