Poems

I Am I The walls twist inside my head,hallways folding into hallways,every fork a threat dressed up as a choice. I stand at the mouth of it, heart loud,each beat a ghost whispering throughthe hollow rooms of my doubt. “Where does one begin?”I ask it to no one. To myself. The sun cuts through the […]

Holidays: DuplicityUnder The FloorboardsDawg 80% off everything you needpepper spray the shoppersto satisfy the festive greedalcohol and nicotine just to make it throughthe madness and the family feuds Peace on earth, goodwill to men a lone star over Bethlehem family dinners and gingerbread cherishing the warmth instead Grumbling as I wrap the giftsknowing not a

Hold Me Down I learned to fly before I learned to walk,spent my whole life with my neck craned back,eyes on something no one else could see. You kept reaching for me.I kept drifting higher. The air thins up here. I know that now.But I forgot how landing works,forgot the weight of my own feet,the

Goldfish Obsession It’s been a week since my goldfish diedand he’s still on the floor.Not looking great. A little petrified.I think I’ll leave him there a little more. You could call me morbid.I prefer lazy.The trashcan’s way over there,and he’s not hurting anyonesince the day he went crazy. I couldn’t stuff him–he’s two inches long.I

Green? Last night I was flying–dreaming state, dipping through valleys,playing with the fates–when I ran across a womanstanding clad in white. She said one word.Green.Then faded into the night. I yelled after her.What do you mean, green?Shouted it through the warm airlike she owed me an explanation. And I pondered. Did she mean money?The cold

Goldfish Eulogy It’s been a month since the goldfishtook his own lifein what I can only describeas the most dramatic exita two-inch fish has ever made. He’s still on the floor. I should probably addressthe condition of the body.Most of his scales have fallen off.Some turned to dust.What used to be his eyesare more like

Going Weak I won’t blow out the candle.I’m scared of the darkness now,and I don’t understandwhen it came to this. The promises blew past me on the wind.Every one of them ended in a quarter hour.Now there’s nowhere to begin. You were my shadow dancer,always moving in the light.My brightest northern star,the one that brought

Gluttony’s FeastUnder The Floorboards / 7DS In the grotesque maze of decadencewhere the forsaken dwell,we fiends of Gluttonyride the ceaseless wave. Each morsel is an agony.Every gulp a curse.We are not spectators–we participate in this banquet of affliction. Tables teem with abundanceyet their souls wither in starvation.Their anguish is our feast.Joy has been exiledfrom this

Girls Get Horny Too I want to go back to the beginning.Start over. Leave behind these days,all the shadows I grew intowithout noticing. If I could see the paths ahead,I’d change every choice.Every word I swallowed,every sweetness I walked past–I’d stop and taste it. I’d laugh louder.Sing every tune whether I knew the words or

Ghost Inside This Place I wanted to write something real.Get past the jokes and the irony,the deflection, the armor,and say what I actually feel. I wanted my words to swelland move like the sea–let my censored mind abandon its postand expose whoever’s left inside of me. But I can’t do it. It’s gone.Not the feeling–the