Selected Words


for people who hate feelings.

A work in progress




I promise I
Will stain Your palate fine as iron
If nothing else
My flesh is vessel to denial
Wrought in hardship’s pull and squeeze
Cheek-bursting zest shall have Your tongue!
accompany me to the ground
The spit, the blood, comes forged into song
This life and the next, from ash or stone
Defying You I
Wield even bone




It is nothingness that has me
Lose its soft grip in the light dripping
Through a bridge’s floor boards,
And the lovely shadows it calls,
Mimicking a girl’s glee,
Leading you by the hand to cross and
Roaringly see




Yet my eyes hurt
From these tears welling up
Out of unbeknown grounds
Dried from the hidden gaze
Of a mother mourning her son
‘s death for a country
That finds beauty in his grave
Embraced by her


Hope Loop


Splashing vivaciously
A mass of summer ends drenched in a shallow creek
Flailing aimlessly,
A person begins in showing that they can speak
When minds touch and eyes become one
Now, hail our starry flag worthy to seek,
Reflecting glimmers of a night that is none
Other than the one unique

Merging in acknowledgement,
The body grows cold in a moment shaped by everything that came before,
Remembering the past’s scent,
Shedding the guilt of its lore,
Wayward – lament of a saint’s vision and all that he bore

Blossoming in spring,
A veil of clouds disintegrates into a soft stare
Of temperence we sing,
Using these voices we thought not to be there
A sense of warmth remains in our stead,
When we grace another’s shadow,
Dare engulf in those sentiments; the kind to spread
Through slow fire, over clear meadow




The town is coiling in late sunlight,
Facing maturity, what pavonine sight

So to think
In our grown-up, state-sanctioned naiveté
The view is better on the brink,
/Lontano/ pulling your sight into faint
City lights gilding coldly the grime,
Spawning a fog that will forever taint
All that may be conveyed using rhyme
When teeth fly at you so happily,
How come
The tone of maddening violence
Is filled with delicious virulence,
And the consonants in
Suicide ring with a voice clear as ice
How come there’s
Such draw to the redness of vice,
As if the first impulse of life was a colour
Not heavy as our connection by touch,
Where one would expect not quite as much
In perpetual ignorance

The town is blooming in the early morn’,
Closed eyes, waiting for the sound of a horn


Elegie für die Menschlichkeit



Will dieser Phalanx offener Arme,
Pulsend Unbehagen, sich ergeben,
In der Schlacht um Miteinander Charme,
Jener, dessen Streben ist das Leben?

Wenn Himmelsrauschen endet irgendwann,
Sollst’ einhergeh’n mit schlagenden Bräuchen,
Nie wandeln, jedoch zum Wohle keuchen,
In Speere treten der Gesellen Bann?

Im Vergnügen sinnbefreiter Tage,
Wenn Thema ist die Schuld und Glücklichsein,
So Weiß der Wolken uns Blicke trage,
Muss kümmern mich eines Gewissens Rein?


Durch Fessel Schwerkraft bleiern Kette bleibt kein
And’rer Weg, als das Haupt nach vorn zu regen

Für einen angebrachten, schmerzend’ Segen;
Verbindung, die man wollt uns immer geben

In der Not. So wir weiche Hände legen
Auf den Tod, erfahren wir der Menschen Sein




November’s light

Was cold and stopped the world

In its spin, as I

Wondered if this is what

Luna’s fair skin felt like





Lit by the rays of desecrated moments,
My ego shines in the way a violated child would;
In the vivid colors of roses and violets
An offspring to this surgical view
Of revolving chambers spinning days


Prepped with powdered perversity,
Iron lungs engulf the sun. Ending
Stars behind perpetrators of exit wounds
Sound our prelude to this sense of joy,
Tumbling scaffolds of a peeling mind


As I sing tunes of ill-will
Till the air is dry
And all eyes turn upward
In wry expectancy of Heaven,
God has risen from his seat in ovation:


Opposed to red-hot sentience is Nothing!
Twofold truth to delusion –
Beauty relishing in throbbing sanctuaries
A cosmos somewhere in the maze of your bowels


Bearing calm absurdity
My internal bell goes off. Instinctual clockwork
Brutally reminding, brutally reminding
Of a savage kingdom’s heritage;
Naked ties to this world below


Where a study in love tells of atrocity and murder,
Of highest feelings and greatest honours,
Within the regards of our divine countenace,
Very much so, it tells of comedy
Listen to the stable bursting


Haunted by an afterlife of oddities
Shedding tears in crucified amusement
Home is where the hours shatter –
In the middle of a road to town


The demon of levity treads grounds amiss,
As he commands the beast of laughter to devour,
So The Ineffable may sound his wish
In hope of completing a hand-drawn circle




Window to nether,

Many lucid a dream

Steals weight and

Tips inanimate scales

On desolate balconies