Poems

Changed My Mind About Everything She changed my mind about a hundred things —not by arguing, she rarely argues directly,but by being the living evidence against my position,the walking rebuttal I couldn’t ignore.I used to think I wanted a quiet life —small footprint, few complications, kept to myself —and then I watched her exist in […]

Charmed and Dangerous I walk in with a swagger, I’ve got the charm,a smirk on my lips, disarming alarm.You think you know me, but you’re blind to the play,I’m the one pulling strings, but I won’t take the blame.I’m the cat with the boots, the one who’s got class,you’ll never see me coming, I’m quick

Caught in the Rage Cage Storm brewin’ inside.

Chains of Fury The winds of change sweep fierce and wide, relentless and raw as a shifting tide,they carry whispers from lands unknown, tearing apart what we’ve called our own.Their touch is not gentle; it stings like the truth, ripping through the comforts of youth,they howl with warnings, they scream through the sky, forcing us

Balcony That Watches The railing iron chills my sweating palmsI trade the church for cold and jagged psalmsBelow the streetlamp leaks a jaundiced spillUpon the actors lacking any willI watch a woman strip behind a shadeAppraising every movement she has madeHer silhouette is just a graphic blurI feel the distance like a heavy furThe city

Calloused Hands He showed me his hands at the end of the first summer I worked,He said: look at what happens when the work is not shirked,The callous is the record of the effort laid against the tool,Every hard patch on the palm is from a specific rule. Calloused hands are the autobiography of the

Anger It burns, it claws, a relentless tide,the kind you can’t bury, the rage you can’t hide.A spark ignites in the pit of the chest,growing into a storm that will never rest. It whispers sharp and screams so loud,a twisting shadow in a blinding shroud.It feeds on wounds, both deep and raw,a beast of fury

Bad News Walking She came in sideways through the door like trouble tends to do,hips first, shoulder cocked, already owning half the room,her mouth set in that crooked way that says I will ruin youand I felt my whole chest drop into a bruise Something in the way she stands, all loaded and all loose,the

After the Anger The room after the anger has a kind of air all its own,the sudden quiet of the aftermath and all the residue shownof what was just consumed in the combustion of the thing,after the anger, and the listening it brings. After the anger, the strange territory of the done,after the anger, the

All That Heat (ACDC Style) I got all that heat with nowhere to go right nowI got all that heat built up and I don’t know howTo burn it off without her, without the thingThat all this heat and wanting is offeringI got a body full of unreleased demandAnd I’m a patient man but I’m