Hidden Partner

voices carry into the canyon and echo. a lonely landscape that's more like a mirror. i'll communicate my words with you like i write this blog. words put out there maybe someday they'll be found. analyzed, cared for, responded to. the vacant pain just turns to numbness. resolved to move forward in a covert manner. i have a medium to document sensations. but no nerves to actually feel them.

Your Key Holds The SHit!

please take me out of this. hey you hold onto your dreams. like currency that must be spent before it goes to shit. we'll take any offer that our lender will accept. total destruction is so much more interesting. than wringing hands over the desecration. rationalize it now and then and bury yourself. it all comes home to roost one day. with seething anger at the circle. sorry but it works that way for everyone.

Constant Rewrite

hanging on to pieces of you like shards of glass. my nails dig into the grit and dirt. shifting away from strange faces. stumbling out of a strange place. we all wait to see our injuries. that moment of impact your mind freezes. a flicker or a spark of courage. to look down and see the gruesome detail. blood flows like memories both bright and dark. as vivid as the day you watched yourself. being led over over the brow. or being fed the pill.

desecration

total desecration. it's what it is right now. night after night in spades. a desperation broadcast. we all know it and we see it. those who read between the lines. don't need it spelled out.

not to paint with broad strokes. watching from afar. ripening for the bleeding. exist within the sphere. rotations tune inward. projection betrays motive. it's more than who you are.

old friends

i didn't get your call. i missed your musings altogether. now we just drop out of sight. rather than risk crossing paths. i'm still waiting for a note. a move up the chain. yanking the screen down. an exposure of disarray. you make me feel so dull. incomplete like a puzzle makes no sense. just drop right off the page. until something real comes around. circling back around once more. only false consolation. eras die off like ancestors. the ghosts crown my mind.

drastic holds

i take drastic holds. holding onto weird ideas and inanimate objects. not really getting at anything. just saying that if you want to catch me. i probably will not have strayed too far away. people i've known are like satellites revolving around.and some have lost their reception.

scheduled outage

scheduled outage my heart aches for it. broken fingers can't take the pain. sightlines abstracted clouds and sun. i am sorry but i don't want to be there. walking into a room with chains. those moments were never the same. you branded my ass with a twisted iron. i am shifting shapelessly away from you. the shrill voice of violence shreds. you down the spine and twists instead of tugs. you never forget that kind of shit.