Posted tagged ‘writing’

i am the cancer

July 17, 2013

your wait and see

confounds my interest

the seconds slip

before my watch eye

seize the way you’ve lost me


like the first law

faith in spontaneous dynamics left when you did


i don’t mean to be a drip

but i wanna be with you

i wanna kiss you

i wanna know you

all today


for marvin

July 16, 2013

once i saw the pattern, it dominated me.


we are trained by nature to adhere to foreseen likelihood.

anticipation is rewarded, selective pressure excludes chance.

but chances change.


i cannot access the “big picture” but i know there’s the unknown. so i know there’s at least one more piece of the information to be known.

whether by me or the objection projection


my shadow,

my echo,

my reflection.

pinned together, falling apart

July 8, 2013

checking the scores

the listed lines

down his cheek


the trenches of blood

death on two legs

but who isn’t


a bloody disaster


“you never heard these guys before?”, with subtle surprise.


“no”, with irritation.

the expression of thoughts isn’t my own

July 7, 2013

these are the ravings of a lunatic

expression of that pathologic, y’know?


the disjointed, the inchoate

the gutted formed modes of travel

across the verse

the versions

and diversions

and revisions


between two points and oh, that tenuous grip

acceptance that rebirth is merely a forgetting


external displacement





forgiveness is merely atrophy

hope is surely mortal dystrophy


he’s given in

to the allure escape

he’s given in


i’ve lost him now

i turned too late

he wheeled around the corner

Terminal of Words

April 13, 2013

ive been poisoning myself

first i drank life
cut from the same cord as my brothers
i learned to understand we kill trees
but they can live forever

even after i awoke
i thought
life is a deadly potion, a binary motion
(life is one and death is zero)
i believed that there were heroes
and that i could be a hero

but now i drink the poison
i’m addicted

to live and to die

i drink the laughter
i drink the music

i’ve been consumed by nature
and how else could i be

let slip the dogs of war!
cerebus waits for me.

the trees!
oh! i cry sometimes
(and sometimes in a fit of rage)
my fists bleeding of course
i tried to make my mark
but the bark is coarse and i am human

now it’s time to mention antidote.
there is none.


they can love forever
and i can only dream

you can’t mean everything

September 29, 2012

i can’t mean everything the loss you feel

my language games

of likened breath and zeroes

shook ones

(where I write and you decipher)

the codex of time, and its faulted lines

effecting evidential entropy,

lost correspondence

but this is copied impression

destroyed after reading

decaying media, decaying message


January 18, 2012

“who is the first person to “find” something anyway? are YOU the person that made it viral or was it one of your rebloggers. can you really ever be sure?”

and ye,
you are called globe
and contingency by thy name
all in all
as water

lest ye cry
under the weight
of verse and form

form less verses than narrative

formless verses
then, narrative

piercing futures
chosen objects

and when i lost it

i lost it