Tuesday, December 25, 2012


(Written on December 25, 2012, at 4:05 am.)

You are the singular weight on my chest
You are the worst of my absolute best
You fight the corners of my lips from a genuine smile
You are the shortest time I've seen in a while

If you could just bite my neck and lick my lip
If you could just look with your confusing eyes at my hip
I might just kiss you myself, again
I might just be able to sleep, then

Saturday, November 10, 2012


(Written at age 25.)

Did you hear Death knock
And grumble about the lock
On the door it didn't know would be there?
Did you hear It sigh in despair
That you were trying to resist
And that It'd have to insist
On taking you?

Did you turn the music up loud
And decide to be too proud
To acknowledge that you can only ever be free
Not inside your mortality,
But outside of it?

Or did Its tired heave
Make you believe
That maybe you shouldn't fight?
Were you tempted to invite
It in
To share a Lagavulin
And ask for Its wisdom?

Did you have a conversation
About the constellation
of Life in the universe of Death?

Was It grateful for the chat
And decide that at
This time it didn't want to take you?
Did you bid it adieu?

Did you find yourself left with an inexplicable frown?

Did you finally close your eyes
And for once,
See nothing?

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Look at Me

(Written October 25, 2012, at 8:36 pm.)

Wake up and look at me.
I don't know how much longer I'll be here.
Seeing recognition in your eyes
Might give me a few extra breaths
To look at you.

Wake up and look at me.
I don't know when I'll become someone else.
A familiar smile from you
Might slow the departure
Of everything I know as me.

Wake up, please, and look at me
Before everything changes except you,
And before I can't even lament that I don't know who I am
Because I'm so busy turning to stone realizing that you don't know who I am anymore, either.


Saturday, October 13, 2012


(Written October 13, 2012, at 4:24 am.)

Stab its muscle.
Let spill its contents
On the indiscernible context.

As it empties and becomes still,
Let the colour of its contents
Seep into the topography of its paradigm.

Most parts will return
To their black, white and grey,
But some will shone a pale pink,
Some will breathe a bright red,
Others will groan under a heavy scarlet.

Look at these coloured parts.
They are all that mean anything,
The ones that retained any of it.
They absorb the liberated energy.

The pink ones will pulsate ostentatiously,
Trying to draw attention to mild matters
That once mattered.

The red ones will throb at a steady pace,
Not complaining,
But never forgetting.

The scarlet ones will barely be able to beat
Under their own weight.
They are too significant to forget,
And too dangerous to remember.

Faces will carve each other
In thick streams
In the scarlet.

Faces will stare at each other
Through thick streams
In the scarlet.

They will each feel diminished
In the gaze of the others,
And they will attempt
To extinguish themselves
For lack of definition.

If one triumphs,
And finds its way back into the muscle,
Let it.

Do it thus,
So I will know
Only if it's worth knowing.

Saturday, September 29, 2012


(Written September 29, 2012, at 11:00 pm.)

Chew my flesh between your unforgiving teeth.
Forget the funeral and forget the wreath.
Massage my neck until it breaks.
Feed me the truth until it takes.

Kiss my fingers with unwilling lips.
In an undesiring embrace, take my hips.
Lay your palm on the lowest of my back.
Breathe once, then let the universe crack.

As the world crumbles, and you panic,
Hear my reluctant heart painfully tick.
Your head against my broken breast
Can unsatisfactorily go to rest.

Even as you dream of better realities,
Think of me as your terminal tease:
Nothing you ever wanted, yet all you had,
Painting the pathetic and singing the sad.

Feel my mouth against your chest,
Fail my desires in every test.
Scatter my pieces on every part of you,
As all the Love in the World smelts into Blue.

Breathe in the colour of the subsuming nullity.
Revel in yourself, and forget all of me.
Bite me, in farewell, one last time.
Leave me unfinished in your memory sublime.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Make or Break

(Written September 26, 2012, at 10:00 pm.)

You found some part of me I didn't know was there.
You gave it blood and you gave it air.
Then you left and it turned to stone,
And I learned that we are all alone.

You told me that when push came to shove,
I could always rely on love.
Then you moved on from this,
And proved that transience is part of bliss.

You taught me hope and taught me to believe,
That when we are willing to give, we will receive.
Then you showed that willingness to give doesn't last,
And the best can often be lost in the past.

You convinced me that unconditional exists,
And through ups and downs, love persists.
Then you proved that forgiveness is an order tall,
That mistakes of a moment can end it all.

And I'm just now wondering:

Am I better off having felt your kiss?
Or worse off aware of what I miss?

Am I better off knowing that there's love in hearts?
Or worse off knowing it ends as easily as it starts?

Did you make me?
Or did you break me?

Monday, September 24, 2012

Dead Stars

(Written September 24, 2012, at 3:15 am.)

Every dead star in the sky is us.
No longer extant,
But reaching across time to the present.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012


(Written August 13, 2012, at 1:40 pm.)

Friendship is an interesting proposition,
Meant to share in one's true condition.
But life brought cynicism, and cynicism reserve,
And reserve many bumps along a presumed smooth curve.

Many thought to be fixtures walked out with a strut.
And I was left bumbling with a "what the fuck" and a "but."
Guards went up like a dick on the blue pill.
And I'd sooner freeze than learn to chill.

Yet somehow friends find a way through,
And just when you want to be alone they stick like glue.
Maybe the glue will fade and they will also be lost.
But for now I lurrrrrve them with abandon and accost.

Saturday, August 11, 2012


(Written August 11, 2012, at 2:17 am.)

I can feel time seep through my pores.
Does it pass through unaffected?
Like light through a vacuum?
Or do I change it the slightest bit?
Some little traces of me scattering through a confused eternity?

I can feel it on my skin and in my flesh and bones.
It tingles.
Is time like a ghost,
Long dead,
Lost and trying to find its way through the universe,
Seeking its fun in making people squirm
As it runs through them?

And when it sometimes stops,
An unshakable chill settles comfortably
In the molecules of air closest to me.
The little bubble of warped time
Throwing reality off balance.

But the bubble pops,
And I'm left wondering
If cessation of eternity
Could end an eternity of cessation.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Death (2)

(Written on August 6, 2012, at 6:50 am.)

death descends in the form of half a black label
death descends in the form of nothing good on cable
death descends in the form of taboo acts
death descends in the form of inalienable facts

death descends in waves of breathlessness
death descends in waves of inexplicable caresses
death descends in waves of sickness of stomach
death descends in waves of unfathomable luck

death descends in gulps of ill advised sips
death descends in gulps of desirous lips
death descends in gulps of more than one untenable thought
death descends in gulps of something surreptitiously sought

death descends in the blanket of a rusted mesh
death descends in the blanket of a confused flesh
death descends in the blanket of an uncertain dawn
death descends in the blanket of a heart recently torn

death then escapes with a little more than much less
death then escapes with the slightest tease of success
death then escapes with a wicked smile on its face
death then escapes leaving behind barely a trace


(Written August 6, 2012, at 2:04 am.)

do you think you could find it in your heart
to break me into little pieces
that you could carry around in your pocket?
i promise not to bother you
or make it any more difficult to find your keys
amongst sticks of gum and credit cards.
i promise that i'll find a way
to be strong enough to survive washing machines
so you don't have to take care of me.
i promise that being with you always
is the last thing i'll ever ask for.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012


(Written July 1, 2012, at 1:30 am.)

Every star in the forsaken sky is a memory of you and me.
Every passing cloud an attempt at taking people's advice to move on.
Every sip of wine is the you in me trying to break free.
Every drag of smoke an endeavor to let the past be gone.

The bristling leaves are signaling your breath in my mouth.
The immutable tree the reality of your life.
The Merlot tries to dissolve the truth.
The cigarette reminds me that someone else will be your wife.

All the white birds are your teeth on my skin.
All the navy of sky beyond your true love.
The wine corrodes the walls of being within.
The smoke rebuilds those walls around and above.

The light chars the existence of us, but can't obliterate it.
The darkness tries to hide it but fails.
The last sip of wine is all I have of you.
The puff is smoke tries to blur it, but sees it and wails.

Thursday, April 26, 2012


(Written April 14, 2012, at 12:50 am.)

Life do unto me this final favour,
Grant me the strength to be a little braver,
To weather the rest of you with a semblance of grace,
To meet Death with a welcoming smile on my face.

Life to unto me this final favour,
Grant me the serenity to silently savour
The rest of you with grit and a grin,
To greet Death with surrender to sin.

Life do unto me this final good,
To have you finally understood,
To wrap you in ribbons and a red bow,
To gift you to Death without sorrow.

Late Night Car Ride

(Written February 19, 2012, 3:02 am.)

Some death awaits in an unpenetrated darkness,
Some life in an unexplored black.
A few heartbeats lie patiently in wait,
A few breaths begin to unwittingly slack.

Energy and sound combine in an inescapable life;
Stillness and silence in a welcome end.
You begin to recede from all that is love,
You begin to enter all this is friend.

The crossroads speak volumes more than the music,
The subtle turns shriek in agony.
You are no longer the you I knew,
I am no longer me.