Inverse

it took a thousand lighter flicks
to come up with a single thought cerebral
"it ain't my fault"
all the things I tell myself
it's fall again and I can't find myself
beans cooking on the back burner
"shit!" I'm out of cigarettes again
the only beauty in this world
is your face on the sphinx dutiful

covenant

doves on the wall
I thought for a time or two
salmon colored silver lining
too tall to touch
left hand bereft
right hand rifle
my lungs have given up
on the breath
caged in my moustache
washing down hubris 
with ashes

Remember

Leave my gander be
Indulged in the simplicities of war
That grainy gecko won't let go
If not for a second of slumber
Sleeping on the sun we forgot
For a while begrudgingly

like home

when it rains it mourns
the living light crying
caught between the sky
and forever
watch the evergreen
seems like a day
to remember

a way

I want to be her collarbone
just to miss that kiss
when she looks over her shoulder

efflorescence

can I be a tree..or a bush?
or maybe its best bud?

lost

old black dog embarking
up the wrong tree of life.
time after time.
I ascend from the sky
under the earth.
sitting around the fable
like a holy man perpetrating.
lost nature down appian way.
can't find a road to Rome.
raise up my dome.
bring me home.

petrichor

there's a word for this.
the way the gods slit their wrists.
I know there's a word for this.
the way boulders of blood
saturate parched promised lands.
there's got to be a word for this.
the smell of pain in the distance
spilling from the veins of hell.
I don't know the word for this.
that awful scent after the reign.

grandpa

smoke going back and forth with the wind.
playing tug o' war with the screen door.
memories drawn then drowned out.
the same inkwell my grandfather
dipped his snuff in with gathered hearts.
the smell of muster handed down to me.

a waking thought

hanging on the cusp of sanity
by the trinkets of my soul, pointless.
lost abandonment found in reason.
cue the deranged thoughts unexpected.
floating in a puddle of blood
on my grandfather's oak wood table.
fables devour tales of truth angrily
in search of carbon dioxide plight.
engaged to life leaving peace asunder.
broken promises left unattended
never mend, never mind me.

robbing the craters

sometimes,
the moon,
it looks esculent.
acquired taste.
can't control the urge.

lost art

a crow translating/ phrases of fire lingo/ I take notes of you

pinky promise

hurricane hallways/ Irene doesn't know my girl/ sakura uproot

another flux

the horizon burns. the scent of a new sun. the swirl of cigars smoke. the night's run collapsed.