It’s always time for the rodeo now that I’ve firmly accepted the fetal position as a way of life. Because when doubt comes barging in like a mad cocaine pirate I welcome it on board with streamers and balloons. She says that I used to be somebody while the mirror lies in the trash in […]
Fresh from leaving the scene with bodies all over the floor staring up at the ceiling fans with glass eyes. They looked exactly how Hector said when he showed me my first: “See, there’s nothing inside of them anymore. You’ve got nothing to fear from a dead man except his kid.” Soon after the slaughter […]
That damned weed grew into a tree and spread across the chain-link fence like a lover in your bed. I chopped at it with a hatchet with all my heart and also with the weed whacker fully charged -just like my meds. And now it’s back fully grown like I never touched it. Ever. I […]
I don’t know where the light is anymore in all of this running around. Grace has left me and I’m still young bent from callous, careless hands left a beaten graffitied trashcan turned over and motionless at the mouth of an alley. There is always a child screaming into my ear from somewhere deep inside. […]
It could be in the mirror behind you seen just for a second or spotted in a photograph -something that doesn’t make natural sense. It could be you. It could be me or it could be something else. You decide. I’m tired of trying to discern ghosts from the blonde next door. “You have a […]
Boom. There she was all up in my face all over it everywhere like saran wrap but much worse. Eyes wide wild and crazy. Teeth gnashing out words spitting grinding pointing screaming about something I did wrong and that it was the last time the final straw as I was now in the pisser the […]
We abate softly into nothingness into finality into the darkness beneath a great empty canvas and so on this certain passing I felt almost touched and almost momentarily elated if you will from the brooding vacuous maelstrom that has become most days it was somewhat like catching the whisper of an echo in a backroom […]
My love of words is large and mean and my heart -it’s just a junkyard dog that growls at nothing and gnaws at old bones until they’re dust. I have become so much better since I’ve obtained a strong handle on the absurdity of myself but still there’s nothing easier than picking up a bottle […]
Sometimes all you can do is open up the front door and wait…
Life is full of people you will never see again.
