the light gone, dreams i’ve dreamt return from their quiet corners like lost things in the early pause of reasoning things out. your smile is rain in this arid climate and you have gone back to conduct again with your orchestral hands symphonies in my heart. so quiet in your absence the calm is paralytic,…

a cycle of inadequacy, checking the spaces between what is and what it should be, lining up all my thoughts and knocking them over like a game with no purpose other than the act of, a spectacle for others to pass over as i sit slackjawed and bleary eyed watching nothing happen before me, no…

the wine burns the barren pan of my empty gut like a lavaflow and i draw pull after pull from a cigarette and my soul is heavy. i lie in bed naked drifting back and forth the locales of inner deep and my mind stretches thin and my skin is cold, the air is plagued…