The crack in everything

We need the people we care about because facing the dark alone is tough there’s a chilling in the bones pulse-quickening fear trickles down the spine the uneasy swallow bracing against what will come next and getting what you don’t want hurts it’s the parting of the skin of the comfort craved not attaining what…

The Witching Hour

I’ve been going down all the roads I’ve gone before now the miles ride buttery with the new asphalt laid over the toll the wounds took and the surface once broken now seamless yet I remember them well the circles I’ve closed while I hung on a cross sacrificing everything from the years in between…

The Syncretist

I have to admit it’s true the one thing about you that tastes rough and hard to swallow is your too American views in all matters on the how to’s of love and what to do about the truth materialism is built  into you unequivocal though unintentional the transactional measurements of the psychosexual functional neurotic…

rabid courage

I’ve been meeting the death of all my ideals stripping meaning with ends that always reveal a freely speaking bet you’d never deal your hand holding what let you almost conceal a fate waiting the deck’s cards like peels slowly falling off the dying tree leaves blowing seasons slipping into forgetting like all the memories…

solitary

I’m a rubberband feeling good to bad from up and down the length of you that’s me looking back in what I perceive and then stretching beyond the fretting breathing through the devastating once again cruelty came back to me with the face of my shame a burning seed humiliating me as I react to…