(2013)
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…
He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
