Poems

Monday’s Ghost Clock hits six and the world turns gray,Alarm screaming murder at the start of my day,Cheap coffee scalds the hole in my lip,I stare at the mirror, can’t remember shit—My tie’s too tight, my eyes are sore,Boss barking orders I’ve heard before,There’s a ringing in my head that won’t let go,Sounds like laughter, […]

Flash of Stupid Midnight and bitter, one bad decision at a time,Another dare, another bottle, chasing comfort in the grime,I see her smile—red flags, red lips, red lights I blow through,Trading sense for sensation, and I always come unglued. I’ve got bruises for souvenirs and ghosts for friends,I crash into the consequence and pretend it

Fucking Holy Saints cross the street when I’m coming down the block,Priests clutch their pearls, mothers triple-lock,Got a crucifix burn where I kissed her neck,And every Bible in town’s missing pages.. I wreckedConfession booth’s (out of order),I pissed in the holy water,The choirboys went hoarse trying to pray me away,But I light up the altar

Ashes In Your Mouth There’s glass in the street and the sky’s gone blackWe fuck on the kitchen floor, windows blown out backSirens in the distance, walls shaking with doomBut you’re riding me slow, the end won’t come soonWe taste the world burning, grit in our teethI bury my tongue in you, you beg me

Brainache Morning crawls through the window like a thief,Pulls the blanket off my bones and whispers old receipts—Last night’s headache’s grown teeth,Gnawing at the inside of my skull like a rat in the walls,I count the cracks in the ceiling,Each one a nerve ready to snap,Coffee’s no cure,It just paints the pain a different shade

All Mad Here 2025 The walls are too close,breathing down my neck with a heat that tastes like metal,each step echoes in this twisted maze,where the floor shifts beneath my feet like it’s got something to say,but I can’t hear it over the blood rushing in my ears,pounding out a rhythm I can’t follow,because nothing

Almost Home The trees lean in familiar, but the branches feel wrongEvery mailbox is a memory, every mile drags too longWindows cracked open to rooms gone coldI see myself in the shadows—young, bruised, too oldThe porch still creaks under weight I can’t loseThere’s blood on the welcome mat, and I know whoseThey say you can’t

Above the Underneath I wait where the nerves twitch, where your breath skipsI taste your pulse when you lie and say you’re fineYou dress me in excuses, lock the door and hopeBut I’ve lived in your marrow longer than hopeYou keep your face blank, but your dreams betrayEvery scream you swallow just sharpens my bladeI

Red Vision I swallowed my pulse like a lit match,then grinned through the burn, then learned what it fedMy jaw kept a sermon of insults,my tongue kept the receipts, every sweet word turned deadThe room looked polite and obedient,a clean little box for a man to pretend he is ledThen a thought snapped its leash

Return to SoilEventually the coffin gives and the dirt comes in,the lid collapsing under the accumulated sinof gravity and moisture and the weight of the above,and the body meets the soil in the final act of lovethat the earth extends to everything that walked upon its face. The nitrogen releases into the root systems of