Ether drum Beating in our hearts Loudly calling, The blood rushes to and through The amygdala, the hippocampus, The striatum and the orbital cortex, A provocative horde emerges In circuits burning inward Love sings Encircling our minds like a halo, The periapsis swings softly, Unbalanced, Wavering Escape No closure in historical romance, Only sad and…

everyday after every vector my eyes fall upon stones overturned places I’ve already been moments I’ve lived before evidence of my being there searching for the unattainable breathing, conscious of all this fragile space expanding and deflating orbits I cannot escape ungovernable, the id stretches and snaps back what little writhing things flourish in the…

there are superpositions wherein parasitic raiders descend like bats, shrieking echoes from their eyes or hiding underneath the quiet moments of zero kelvin, all movements trapped where there is peace, if only in these cold fractals. secrets reside in those denominations, silent, waiting for us like spiders of another kind, free to move about and…

learning to drown together, floating among the flotsam and jetsam, the debris of our time the waves in their magnitude raised us up to full potential and when they fell we nearly suffocated like rats, stowaways escaping the leaner volatility of self-assured solitude over time we learned the wave forms, the patterns of the medium;…

I am not, I realized suddenly, in a moment split in ways worth many thousands of dollar-hours or hour-dollars spent turning over and examining the contents of my own psychesphere. I am not me, Or it or this, I simply Am not this creature that I cling to And it, in its romantically earthen form…

when life gives you lemonade reverse engineer into citric elements, corrosive, cowardly in their jaundiced hues the electrolytic impulse spent, anode and cathode separate so that no juice may flow, a breakdown derived from weakness, the filament stressed and severed, cracks in the crystalline lattice, atomic faults mental in form the side effect, the progeny,…

dogs have no patience. cats roll dice forever in their little feline skulls. their sharp glances penetrate the quiet substance of thursday evenings, lost in the endless string of zeros and ones, ons and offs. nothing nothing 2015sm

i always leave at sundown when god has pastel yearnings, the naked trees silhouette lung branches, baptist church lights on the highway, dim fires in the outer realms. 2015sm

hands inherit the memory, large, now, awake to the serial stream. fuck your opinions, small, take more pictures of yourself and share them among the lonely chorus of all these descendants of equal nothing, all of us here expecting something more, all smiling the same frozen horror, forever prepositions, poetry lost in criticism, tomorrow maybe,…

juggle these thin differences up and down and back and forth like, low batteries, low fuel gauges, low balances, empty glasses, pockets, wake up slow fears crawl through dirty thoughts, personal fences erected each morning to be contested. earbuds conceal differences as we stumble past ourselves, one another in the blank delusion, look side to…