For Some, The Dispirited

 

For some, the dispirited
wait for the calm to settle in
like dense gray fog blanketing the ground
and smoke rising from horizons
nearly faint and dearly decided
our fate and our faith
waits with it and dies
on the steps prostrate
to the throne
 
I lay here
my hands sprawled my knees
kneeling and twisted beneath
my feet blistered and reeling
the balls the bells ringing
wretched weight collapsing
feeling it out and its way through 
to the place where waking
meets death and discernment
means faking your last breath
 
I awake
pools of sweat conduction
current ripple through to alight
alarms of morning light
and death living in divided shadows
magnified across fragmented light
streaming across my dreams
laying in catharsis
in the stillness of feathers
and the slightest twist of air
alarming their movement
their degradation into
an abyss you can’t dream
your way out of
 
MM 8.22.2026

Reclaim the Wages

 

Our self-cleansing hands
clutch sin like pearls
palms up to the sky
forsake the vulnerable
 
Reclaim your sovereignty
Reclaim the wages
 
God's rats bring receipts
debts paid in vengeance
cast and swept across
the blood pools at your feet
 
Reclaim your sovereignty
Reclaim the wages
 
Our snakes form a cross
they hang from its tail
not equal in our eyes 
vulnerable among us
 
Reclaim your sovereignty
 
MM 1.14.2026

Saint-Féliu-d'Avall

 

My friend, you wrote to me
the beginning of your final year
you sent postcards
with pictures of sunscraped hills
patches of scrub trees
snow laid peaks dreaming down
stone gates in pastels
your caption in few words
of non-native tongue
a boat crosses the détroit
through the rocks
something to hang on the fridge
for the New Year
 
In a late exchange
your sickness held
plaintive short verses
tempered in translation
and colored over years
of slow and steady burn
punctuated by links to music
tedious and dutiful
profound and deeply forged
links over distance
linking past to future
unfinished writing
ending on fertile ground
between here and Auvergne
 
I checked for you
dutiful yet detached
sometimes weary
in novel bespoke obligation
a conduit between
limitless limitations
in scope of experience
imagining outcomes
and returning home to rest
diminishing cadence
I couldn’t read through
the translation in time
to say goodbye                                              MM 1.14.2026

Just Let it Sink In

 

White walls offset with pale blue chairs
extra padding vinyl on the seats and backs
cool toned and tension filled in excess
filed in sweet toleration of the drive down
a journey through little blue blots of sound
filtered through the echoes of chaos
 
At some point a trite joke breaks silence
fluorescent shine down beacons on the floor
risen voices hushed quiet tones betray reasons
we’re all here again
wringing hands over frozen states
walking back with your name
calling out
 
It’s a small room near the corner hall
I can see or sense a window
with unease and confusion layering
as fog was earlier that morning
in balmy winter there’s just nothing
approximating true daylight
 
Figures solemn determined gesture
steady movement doesn’t hesitate
or pause to bypass deliberation
my questions amiss in the room
oblivious to cues
just letting them pass through
my understanding
 
MM
10.9.2025

My Lover is Gone for the Weekend

 

I feel so vulnerable and alone when you’re gone
when I’m reflecting on trauma and pain from those times
from the past when I couldn’t bear witness
to descending spiral stairs my life sprang forth from
the here and now
 
There was a video from the past so long ago
and I saw myself there within it my eyes red
glazed weary in existence, sightlines and moments
obstructed by futures obscured
I was nothing but a sick patient
 
I lay in bed, tired, eyes are heavy
my mind raced to piece together timelines
of where I was when I fell behind the curve
picking up pieces scattered and stained on cement
it was Fall so long ago
leaves changed and it seems like forever
 
I didn’t know you then but when I met you it felt weird
like you’d overseen the path before
your face familiar and knowing surreal
gaze before me in your eyes
from the other side of the bed
please see me 
 
MM
10.3.2025

Do I Know You?

 

Severed lungs
ripped out your chest
heart beating
in message he’s blessed
 
stimuli it’s sudden
returning in waves
etches a narrative
thread again
 
stitched black font
chyron of their dreams
reversed color seared  
bled along the screen
 
tinderbox kept
wood wept and buried
high cabinet shelves
candle wax and stain
 
Brand in his eyes
forged fires of Hell
imprinted screens
thread again
 
Motion of shadows
within stories of shade
affixed with an emblem
according to plan
 
Hollow-bodied
regurgitate alone
rust on the fuse box
darkness becomes
 
MM 9.13.2025

Breached Idol

 

I don’t want this breeding in me

bulging eyes turn hemorrhaging

when you can’t look the other way

dead weight carves out vacant space

 

Here is a script you’re born out of

eyes glued white sheets drawn down

the blank mask choking their airways

undressing their wounds

 

What is not done in thy name

in punishment for their suffering

corrupt the course and raze the faith

your status idol purity

 

Give birth to a vision you’re part of

acted out on your behalf

blank face expressing your terror

waging worship

 

Here is a script that you’re part of

its tentacles can’t be outrun

consumed and fed and exorcized

it’s never owned

 

I don’t want this breeding in me

I don’t want this breeding in me

I don’t want this breeding in me

I don’t want 

 

MM

8.12.2025

Bright Flash and Shriek Strips

In just 50 years
those of us still living our eyes
will bulge out from our skulls
with a surface like that of a fly
with its green sheen and adjustable brightness
hardwired into our vision then controlled
remotely by the bald tips of their scaling fingers

Memories of daylight filter in
through shade from across a narrow room
with graying faux-brown floors and clinic-white
walls of blank expression with narrow slotted windows
and a fire extinguisher on the far end
toward a high-paneled ceiling with fluorescent strips
exposing and expressing currents
in imperfections on the floor

Shit and food flow through tubes
while lights and sounds speak to display
lines and shrieks of a new kind of rapture
and the widening pupils in our eyes
look back through black holes as vacant as
the space between this bold frontier
and the galaxy we came from

The vessels in our eyes racing
to deliver and distribute blood modified in the heart
and salinized in the brain devouring content
fed and regurgitated by the annals of human history
then coded into newly developed DNA

MM
8.12.2025

Breeched Idol

I don’t want this breeding in me
bulging eyes turn hemorrhaging
when you can’t look the other way
dead weight carves out vacant space

Here is a script you’re born out of
eyes glued white sheets drawn down
the blank mask choking their airways
undressing their wounds

What is not done in thy name
in punishment for their suffering
corrupt the course and raze the faith
your status idol purity

Give birth to a vision you’re part of
acted out on your behalf
blank face expressing your terror
waging worship

Here is a script that you’re part of
its tentacles can’t be outrun
consumed and fed and exorcized
it’s never owned

I don’t want this breeding in me
I don’t want this breeding in me
I don’t want this breeding in me
I don’t want

MM
8.12.2025

On The Sidewalk (W2)

 

   Inputs ingrained

in shit-stained outlines

leaving their marks

on the sidewalk long

past the date of our expiration

 

   Magnetized parameter

pushed toward center collapse

of reason when given

space to splay its wares

in pressing display

grasped through an orifice

fully formed and grappled

 

   In-traffic enlightenment

full-stop meditations on high

arresting volume

of violent collision

with metal on metal

intersected or crashing against

an opaque window

bruised and brushed dust

stirred at the edges

 

   Vampire bats encircling

helicopters and beams

of God’s grace

on the sidewalk

spotlight down

unholy white scalpel

its custom handle

etched with my initials

and date of birth

 

MM

3.31.2025

Accident Witness Notes (W1)

 

This view collision
schism seeing or seen
shaped by mirrors
escaping formation

Its pitch shifting
echo faded reason
recreating recesses
within weeks

Surfacing face saved
precision fading
shading uncertainty
brushed bruised gray

Hints of blue blood
calm conscious
contrast veins
risen ridges in stark light

Sickness displayed
resigned in knots
common culmination
in twisted fate

MM – 3.23.2025

Ghosts in the Ether

 

The only reference point you have right now
is the state that things are in

A pool drains down
to a point where brown water
leaves vegetation lines
on bleached concrete

I heard it described
that this hand was dealt cold-fisted
from the bottom of the deck

Some had overplayed it
although they may have just been ghosts
in the ether

Saturday morning cartoons
are context to others’ understanding
of the smoke that marks
this fire

Spiral vision is a landscape
sketched in a path
from the cornea
to the frontal lobe

It turns in on the user
driving its knife through the heart
of the matter

Sketched outlines of white light
simply illuminating blank black space
magnified and brought forth
into an immediate void

or ocean waves awash
in dreams lining the tides
of your stomach

MM 6.2024

The First Few Minutes of Into The Wild

 

Raised letters on steel plates
bolted tiny corners
bottoms of railroad cars
tracks like stitches laid
across snowy wilted wilderness

their division never rejoins
imprints wedged on land
like stitches reunite
frayed tendons
or severed skin

more like body modification
on this day so drastic
a stark contrast
to white-out sky
or prickly bristles
hinting in the snow

raised letters across metal
signs blood dripping
making fresh indentions in the snow
tracking whereabouts
marking fresh prey
slipping from one vessel
to further destinations

excavating an endpoint
division eschewed
division driving outcome
despite itself
its final resting place
arrived at honestly
through flawed means
alone

MM 1.3.2024

Apocalypse, Ongoing

string of asterisks

  uninterrupted
splayed in shadowed bold text
 italicized
 
pressed for eternity
  the key
flows across space
 into format
 
next line
  adds emphasis
prologue paralysis
 stark contrast
 
characters don’t adjoin
  but you know
a lifted finger
 brings an end
 
punctuation
  draft continuum
documentation
 of a line
 
enclosing circle
  existence
retrofits
 cruel cycle
 
MM 12/2024

Reoccurring Characters

 

Every night

the black canvas projects

  the ceiling

 illuminates curtains

drawn shadows

  operating covert

 figures in the back

 of my eyelids

 

Magnification

  an orb atop her

 shoulders, with bolts

of purple neon

 current,

 

 bolts

   and beaded eyes

 broadcasting doubt

decreeing inquiry

  surveying

 surrounding me

 

 Voluminous imprints

reoccurring acts

  flourish

 incremental

then exponential

  then crawling

 then seeping through

gray-scaled plasma

   splayed through corners

 felt beyond just

   peripheral vision

 

 The weary structure

  of bones, its face,

 eyes recede as

sunken soil

  hollowed out

 in another time

 

characters are there

  choreographed

 imagined

  feet not moving

 words not meaning

   signals in silence

 slipping away

 referencing loss

the lack of closure

 

MM 11.2024 

Suicide Pact

 

Mutually assured
destruction
cowed in hollowed
ground,

tread and trodden and bled
justified in spirals
spun untoward

Spatial suffocation song
formed in bleeding ears
dried-stain-dirt
finely crusted, over-wrought
its stench wafts like smoke
in the sun

What the end looks like now
is then unformed and raw
rank typicity
from bowels of vacuum gas
to howls of the stricken

spared conjecture
in far corners
leveled cross-quartered
insignia

Refracted light
dim yellow bulbs
fractured and street-lethal
jagged dead ends
driven divergent
given to thee

MM 11.2023

Sprinkler Systems

 

It is with sadness

unease of passage

to report confirmation

slipstream of a sketchbook

death of,, depth of

by the millions

cardboard cutouts

sideways glance

through slotted ovals

magic marker tears

smearing away

wiping blunted gray

fingertips obscure

their facial features

 

Its fracture redounds

graded sun-cast light

off-kilter shadows

echoes not quite vivid

as life imprints

yet more imbedded

more real than shifting

scapes of dreams

 

Line enraptures

a moment’s queue

awe of beauty

plaza marquee

spun down frame

black metallic spider

larger than circling otherwise

web glowing

the summer dusk

waiting ensconced

above a melee of

waiting cars

transcending cities

 

Moved to remark

words lifted and erased

breathless sound

gasping inward heaves

the spider waved down

breezily motioned

like leaves or a snowflake

crushed beneath his feat

leather shoes

kind of orange

maybe brown

a passing moment

mortal amusement

keeping good company

ceremonial rites

of planned obsolescence

 

MM 8.2023

Post-Positive Addition To Your Culture

 

Vintage Watching Eye from The Graphics Fairy

There was this incredible amount of

residual weight and space carving

as a chisel and a light tap hammer

might while looking up brightly voided

out in the ceiling a blank canvas

in which to carve out a new churning slate

 

Dreams set in and then hours burn

until their wake and imprint locks and strains

its tension inertia upon extremities at rest

 

The façade of movement in repetition

patterns strewn in piles of stained logic

planned and plotted, pointed in one direction

and another from the bed to the sink

to the drain, then moved again to cover

signs of distress

 

Its lift, inverse weightlessness

burrowed parasite feeding on the guts and brains

freely dispersed to attendees

immersed in shunting feigned consensus

in absentia

 

MM 5.2023

Pleated Pulse

 

Realignment

arrival in

 brunt of nature

 be it God or Gravity

a name or a place

drop off the image

 center

 

Present moment

seam circadian origin

 reflex signals

 the way down

pulse-distortion-chambered

 drifted solace

 silent earthen hue

 

At this point

 its circulating pulse

 is a spring bleeding life

 to limbs and limits

 to yours or mine

clay vessels

 or warm relics

 

MM 12/2022

Cross-Trigger

 

Chrome worshipper

hung by trigger of the cross

filth begats filth

seeded and sprung

feeding compliance

rotted through tubes

film on the side

of the plastic

 

wage paranoia

choking

wet dream

fully involved

forced into carry

your fetish equation

needs death

to equate this

 

procession

you’re the next stop

news doesn’t digest

but turns on itself

mainlines analysis  

as if lost

its translation

unmoving

 

there is no table

no shared experience

grief is frozen

re-allocated horror

is waged

its plastic breaks

down ad infinitum

seeding new poison

 

MM 5.2022