So, I guess
I committed
to a friendship
with a ghost.

We used to
talk and text
for most
of the day,
play word games
and engage
in deep thought
connections.

Maybe there was
subtext on your end
but I was certain
we were just friends.

Even if
I wanted more
than friendship
from this
long distance
it was worth
a little hurt.

So, I did not suspect
that it would be you
who up and left.

I had no clue
that you would vanish
and my heart would be
permanently unglued.

What an idiot,
such a fool
and even now
I still try to
reach out to you.

All I get
is echoes in
an empty canyon
from a one time
internet companion.

It is dust, death, and hunger
that drives me.

Watching and walking
as other human beings
go on passing.

With each stranger
I imagine a world
written in untold pain.

A lady in an old jean jacket
with long wavy hair
walks out there
on the side of the road.

Carries a load of pain,
as she pushes an empty stroller.
Indentions in the fabric
mark where there was
once a dearly cherished child.
Now sorrow is the shadow
she lives with.

An old man lays still,
cold and stiff
with a whiff
of **** and decay,
as his mutt whines.
A pure white pit bull
with a faced messed up
by years of abuse,
then adopted by this
homeless dude,
poor pup will not move.

Whilst ten blocks away
in a well to do place
an elderly lady
is having her face eaten
by her little darling
chihuahua,
cause there is no one left
to check
in on her.

Then there is me
wandering to see
what is left of this world.

As far as I have gone,
I know I do not belong
because it is a mixed bag
of beautiful and *******
simmering in the inevitable
stew of loss.

Well, me and my guys
are tired and it’s no surprise.
We got to work all day
and never get enough sleep at night.
So, we drive exhausted
and work till our brains are fried.

It’s a slow suicide
with a sad decline,
buts that just how we get by.

With overtime here
and weekend work there,
if I ever see my kids again
they’ll probably be scared
cause I’ve become a stranger
to my kin.

It’s a slow suicide
with a sad decline,
buts that just how we get by.

I got high blood pressure
and now I am in danger
of a coronary event.
Man, I am so ill spent
with this fast food temperament,
cause I have been eating
junk due to its convenience.

It’s a slow suicide
with a sad decline,
buts that just how we get by.

That’s how I die at thirty-nine.

He lived in it,
thrived in the
full fledge
ecstasy of violence;

Submitted to
the purification
of punches
and kicks,
taking shots,
blocking hits,
feeling as if
he was a soldier
of righteousness,
the power of certainty
knowing he
was doing god’s *****
work.

All blood and guts,
all violence and viscera,
destruction,
self-immolation
when facing
less worthy
men than him.

All anger,
furnace stuck on full blast
way pass fully gassed
as he lit the flame
that he burned in.

Always warring,
and that is how they got him
in the end.

Watch as the water
boils up from the center
till the wooden steps splinter
shatter and explode
sinking my steamboat
dream load.

See me rise
with dilating
bloodshot eyes
as nightmares take
my sleep away.

I’ll sip a sic brew
of blackish crap
to stay awake after that
bad batch of mean dreams.

I won’t go back to bed.
Instead, I’ll let those things
scratch and crawl
through my head.

Till the tides
pull me from the shores
then drag me father
than my nightmare
took me before.

Till the shadows
pierce my tired eyelids
and force me to give in
and go back to dreaming
deep deathly shades.

My last dance will be an inspiration
Hands to hands tightly intertwined
Music deeper than any revelation
And all done to in my own time

My last meal will be very delicious
Sampling a bit of all of my favorite things
And being my last need not be nutritious
Humming with flavor cause you know it makes me sing

My last slumber will be the deepest I’ve known
Dreams will no longer come at all
My essence thus departed receding from how I’ve grown
So there will be no me left to recall

My last conversation will never be my last
Though my bodies may fade
Becoming only an echoe in the past
My words will remain to be remade

Revisited over and over again
It may not be immortality
But it is as close as I can come my friend
Words etched in the collective unconscious
Until humanity ends

The river flows
As subtle as a golden rose
Scent straining to reach
Any receptive nose
Firing weird wiring
Synapses flare and glow
I fall into the clutches
Of what all dreamers know
Time and space is vast and fast
But I am small and slow
Beating back the wild waves
Shrinking as much as I grow
Such a sparkly little speck
How little I truly know

This is the final act slash scene
The end of all great things
What an amazing finale
Center stage the star is me
Waiting in the wings patiently
For my time to shine
I step forward from the shadows
While the other actors take their bows
Time to dazzle and amaze I am ready
And As I enter the spotlight seams unsteady
Oh my where has the light man gone
Oh well the show must go on
I look to the crowed
Bellowing my lines out loud
What A wonderful delivery
But then I realize no one is here but me

This is the comedy of life
I guarantee that by night
You will either laugh or cry

This is the tragedy
Life is full of irony
And all of it borders on insanity

And this my dear is the funny part
Life is so hilarious that it will break your heart
Before you even start

He’s tired,
body aching,

feels the shivers
roll down his spine.

All the pain
is breathtaking.

All his limbs are shaking.

Eyes barely open,
lays his head back
to relax,
but sleep will not come.

He feels older than his age
with wrinkle he hasn’t earned.
Soft tissue and arthritic issues
are a burden
he was not ready to own.

He yells,
see tears sear
his reddening eyes.

He fell,
and he will never rise.

They put his body in a coffin
and laid him down to rest
but this isn’t a sleep
he’ll wake from.

There is no more pain for him.

There is devotion,
action driving from
the deriving forms
of flesh collapsing
in upon
as two become
a more completed one.

Skin as thin
as pink parchment
as lips of ink
write their desire,
circling and returning to
the points of exclamation.

Beauty to beast,
the savage feasts,
tongue easing in
and teasing,
showing what it can do
to summon
the body’s
humming
explosion.

Till, white springs
drip from the lips
of the interconnected,

flesh merging
where limb and cavern
**** converging
in a sweet sensation
of multiple fireworks.

Several seekers speak to me
across the cold canvasses
pursuing something spiritually
or something that is merely
beyond the wind-swept trees,
those frigid fingers that formerly held
the beautiful leaves that so recently fell.

Little black-eyed buggy boy,
dimpled cheek cute as can be
stares strangely back at me,
like he is some sort of three dee
anime character that is breaking
the third wall
without whispering anything at all.

Little light sprites
warming their mushrooms seats
as they prepare to rush at me
if I get too close,
scanning me with those
dark coal
eyes,

and that large eyed
voluptuous
red haired
bar maid
that is trying to escape
this frosty day
but has lost her way
in the winding wooden
labyrinth,

whilst somewhere in
the mystic evening
an abstract astral plain
elven spirit blows
those little light sprites cont.
into a new life
like they were bubbles.

Till, the harsh crescent moon
beckons my little darling
upwards towards
its skull white form.
Earth’s dreaming daughter
flies as she dies,
and with her goes
all the shades of those
old daydreams
in these October paintings.

It is my love for humanity,
that mourns the loss of its greatness,
in seeing it succumb
to the will of the wicked and the dumb.

So, now I have come
to disdain the vain claims
that cause men to maim
the innocent,

now I pay my penance
cause even though
I am not a participant
I am still complicit
because I have chosen to
abstain from doing
what great writers
should do.

Instead of fighting
I retreat in defeat
lay down on the ground
to feel life's heat
slowly ease from these
fingers that once teased
great poetry.

Now, I seek solitary inspections
of abstract reflections
waiting to die
knowing humanity
will follow me
swiftly.