Monday, December 19, 2016

Pythagoras or Failing Geometry

I'm spinning webs
Proudly, but for a different reason
Not beautiful, but necessary
I do long for the day
When they hang true and dewy, again
A photographers eye, catching, clicking

"Look at this," she shouts

Handfuls gather and smile
Wishing they could step lightly
Be a part
Daring not breathe
Or we all fall
Starting over is like saying I'm sorry
I am spinning webs and this ones for you

Wednesday, November 25, 2015


Trickling in slower than sap dripping down the side of a heavily barked tree
My ideas come to me
They always ask the same question
Am I important enough to be transferred to paper
I say that it depends on the type of paper
The puzzled look on the faces of my ideas makes me smile
I tell them that some are fit for the finest rag vellum money can buy
The ideas shift and talk amongst themselves excitedly
I continue that others would be relegated to adorn my bathroom tissue
That remark garners only thick and desperate silence
I love it when my ideas get worried

Saturday, August 29, 2015

It's Like Strawberry Jam.....

     "Ok, so you have been fucking it away, what does that have to do with your dinner?"

     "Every single second, I have been fucking it away, does that mean anything to you?"

     "You're a decent man, you have decent kids, you have lead a decent life."

     "That star is dead, long time dead, I'll never see its death, but it doesn't mean it didn't happen."

     "Your gravy is getting cold."

     "I have missed so much, I have paid attention to so little. Theres no sorting out what is important and what's not."

     "Can you see?"


     "No, I mean, can you physically still see?"


     "It's all important."

     "Is that your strawberry jam?"



     "I love you."

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Sea Salt

I didn't know it
But my sanity had been trimmed with my last haircut
"What the fuck is your problem," she asked
I told her I was just keeping it in the basket
And kept dancing
I knew that the brine that had once coated the relationship
Had solidified, you could use it to salt the sidewalk now
She slipped anyway, testing, tasting
I hope she comes back around and not for the sex
No, she was the seasoning, a pinch of this, a shake of that
A shaft of unbearable light, the world never stood a chance