Filing

peer into the windows of movement

where men decay
remains will be found among the filing cabinets

where they filed their final words

Staying Small Inside

so small
I'd even fall out of the tiniest suitcase
being carried on an afternoon train ride
through the terrain of torrential rain

so small
befit for a keyhole
where I'd sneak through
watch the fool lying in his bed
moonlight shining on beloved sentiment
across his balding head

I'd crawl in the darkest crevices
mingle with the spiders spinning
in wonderment of a world so big
where the ceiling is a mile away

staying small inside
for when you find me
I will merely be a speck
finely dusted off creation's impending death

For Becky

my prickling existence
creeps about
embracing disappointment
from the pain of a fierce storm
I have left the Haitian fields
wet with tears
spilling over a cauldron
carried gently by one
who has no fears
it is to her I am eternally grateful
in utmost admiration
to her I say...
carry on my dear
spread your wings
paint your dreams

Drone

through a vision
massacred by tiny thoughts
the bloody drone
of a Fulcian scream
intercepts my dream

where I too
wonder along the shadows
being chewed by erratic windows
red with lipstick stains
on a yellow day

Path

curving like a snake
caught in dirt shaken road
my path leads to the blue
that I call home
where the edge of the universe
bubbles and rises
into the core of a blooming shore
the debris of my make up
bursts with life along the lines

2018:

I long to taste the humbled toxicity of man, 
drunk with disaster, 
and ripe with imperfection.

2017:

give me the moment beyond
your impetuous death
give me the kiss and comfort
decaying from your breath