I stared at it;
the dead skunk on the road.
And I wondered to myself
                how it lived and how it died.
What it would have been to me;
                this animal, this thing.
                How the cold, silver lights must’ve shined on it,
possibly in the blackness.

I figure it out
upon
the ravenous
cushion of the
couch

time will tell me,
time will tell me

my hand
moves

my hand
nervously

the moon
is in
the
sky

silvery man,
he cries
with his
gleaming,
              shimmering

tears
in the darkness

paper—
white
cold

solid
color
takes
me

abyssal
skin—
soft
rolli­ng

fingers
hair
curves

red
scarlet
feelings
engulf

gray
white
­paper
time

clockwork
hearing
now

In the heat
of the day,
I watched
the sun go out.

Beneath
the maple tree
and the red
sumac.

Will the
        light in the
        parking lot
show me who
       I
really am?

This
      midnight
               sun

      O,
how
I blind
myself.

I keep myself halfway dead
Between the cobwebs and the window
Misty morning air
Sifting through
Wheat fields—
The hair of this earth

Sometimes
I close my eyes
And fall into myself
The peach-colored abyss
You know, it took me so long to realize
That it was never me

Incessant and sometimes cliche echoes
Reverberate against the lockers in the halls.
We were walking as sentient vehicles—
Our souls shoved into our pockets
By Sylvia, Allen or Walt. Which was it?

Forget the brilliance in the street lamps!
The tides— shifting onto factories
Of metal screws. Split me apart

As the daffodil is ripped from the stem.
Yes, I live in the exhales of warm air
That burnt me on a winter night.

Fog arose from the mouth of the house.
A door made of glass, fallen to the frigid sidewalk.
Blood— the scarlet liquid that flooded all thought
Grabbed the collar of my shirt and ripped it down
To what it must of been. Life looked at me as a child
Falling through the air as an animated anvil
What it could've been in the faint of night.
That was never true. Nothing could give way
To something so clever and exact.

There was a gradient of shadows
That grew in the night.
O how they kept me close
And held me tight.

skin&skin

taking a
body

a nice
car

pine needles
are
painful
on my face

Great men
In the echoes
Of the enormous room
Filled with dolls

There is golden liquid
Encased in the diamond glass
On the edge of the bar

What must it be?
To make it last—
This golden liquid
In the glass

Yes, it was me back then
Amidst my pavement heart,
Wet with the ink of the pen

It is time to discard this shell of red
Something too old— that has been.
Leaving it to the old, ghostly wind

Time floats— it's paper thin
My mind is intent on her dress—
An apparent sin

The sand castle turns to glass
Amidst my pavement heart,
I have to change— but where to start?

Happiness is the darkest creature
The creature that has ripped me apart
Leaving the present as the final feature

Look on, look on
To what others bring to you
Until you cannot tell who is who

The Forrest fire burns with a sensible dignity
I stand towards the center of it all
And I let it all out abysmally

I've known love and pain to the best of my ability
Up until my final curtain call—
The Forrest fire burns with a sensible dignity

For this to happen was never in my capability
I am a combination of thoughts and a rag doll
And I let it all out abysmally

A tree falls with grand agility
Reducing my movement to a mere crawl
The Forrest fire burns with a sensible dignity

I have lost all senses of civility
The oppressive concepts of idealism I cannot forestall
And I let it all out abysmally

Interaction is one thing that ends invisibility
These trees are mine— my only wall
The Forrest fire burns with a sensible dignity
And I let it all out abysmally

cold men
often
burn the
brightest

lanterns in
the dark

at a
significant
distance

I am sorry
for breaking
the
silence
with the leaves
crunching
under my shoes

carpeting
is quiet
&
still

it was that
yelling I kind of heard

the college girl
screaming

in attempt to
pull out darkness that was
apparently her own

with walking
we find the lights

that only seem to
blend together

on top
of the Ferris wheel

from the window
she was there

on the bleachers—
homecoming game

I brushed my fingers
on the glass

the window did nothing
I am mostly invisible

It was the
Ceiling—
My closest friend

Like an eye
I saw my reflection
In the light bulb

the rain
has its tiny droplets

that pound
on the steel bucket

I knew
how the grass moved

as she danced
in the field

with her white lace
so thin,
so noble

the shelves
in my bathroom
are so square

organized
like something I
once knew

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I nearly
cut somebody off

in front of the
police station

I felt the
dead man
holding them
back

son of
man, who
are you?

and this is what
my door is shut

burning
pass

ion

My street's
on the corner

I tried so hard
to warn her

what do you know
this house is
falling apart

is that
a
preacher?

out
stars
side

and
her life
was
captivating

The shivering that knew me more than the painful oblivion of my own
I felt it swirling into the expanse that is the night
And all of the air was drenched in sunsets
Keeping me running with the rivers and the wheat fields
With our hair in our face as we push on in our red corvettes
We took it all in with our hearts knocking on the door

The grass
was cold
I knew
how it was

our
       lives are what they
hour

And if you hear me
Keep me in your pocket
I am the river
The water
Pumped threw my veins
From me
To take in
I will deliver

I could hear someone looking for me
Certainly not being discrete
It was the sound of footsteps
On the reflective streets
Here
The moonlight and I
It's how it was—
What the poison does

something I could not define
my darkest dreams are flat lines
and is this what I have been?
to forget it all before I begin?
the stars of the midnight sky
a light so bone dry
touched on my ghostly skin
to close my eyes

find it
&
keep it with you

from nothing
—to ignite with some passion
and play the heartstrings
with melodic tastes of romance
in my hazy dreams
drenched in red wine
the lady beckons for me

to do
as if already done

to you
as if someone