Alignment And Poses

Sunlight hardens black leather, wind sweeps other former lovers into our homes, and shades are drawn to keep demons guessing.

Follower

Down at the foot of the hill there is an empty lot that houses a decaying trailer whose exterior is home to a familiar face formed in black spray paint, a haunting figure from childhood that follows wherever I go.

Bruised Behinds

On sunny days in Santa Monica we pray not to fall on our asses.

What It Means To Be Candid

It is official, therefore I said it. Not rumor or inference, just a solitary statement of truth.

Poet Returns From Dead

Arms like tongs
hold onto little
tokens of affection
leftovers remnants
glowing orange embers
black ashes
a quenched thirst
and smothered fire
sending smoke signals
above trees
our neighbors
worship the dead
we bask outdoors
summer’s dignity
keeps us high
bullet fingers shoot
through our spines
leave us paralyzed