I had an idea for a horror story called 1991 but just ended up writing a poem instead, enjoy: 1991 The year horror takes shape another...

A transitive resistance Rubber-banding there and back again With dangerous business Put on back burners lit Burning these eternities...

Weeping at the edge of the river Meet me at the mountain pass Running over-eager fingers Through this tangled traveling matte Jaws...

Moving into the light With nothing in reserve Sorrows and the void Atoms and the dark Split between these numbing moments Boredom and the...

I just fall apart Watch it all collapse Crumbling Burning down Ashes overhead Hurting lungs Hardly breathing But still crying out Wishing...

Wholehearted You are a star forever blooming A galaxy unfurling Super nova looming A glowing cosmic rarity Your beauty incalculable With...

God you just don't know Hollow like the wind Feeling this again Menace on the edge Caught by collars stiff With no dollars to tip...

10/10, No Notes Webs tangled like wires, tethered Cut against and then gnawed through Eyes dried out, cerebral spinning Brain without the...

Life is full of ups and downs but sometimes it's also full of indifference, numbness. Sometimes it seems like no matter what we do we...

Ligaments And limb by limb Fresher air Intimate Caught in actions Adrenal Flying Colors Bleeding down Pressed against the night...

Self-control asleep at the wheel Buried in the kind of task That carries only a sick appeal Back to sleep At arms length Never withheld...

Blasphemous I rearrange these stones Foolish to believe We were cut from the same quarry Simultaneous The damage caused A bright star...

Skittering ghosts Expressionist lines Down darker and deeper Find where it lies Sinking solemnity Inking this against my skin Making...

Deimos and Phobos I can barely breathe Suffocating in Quicksand Underneath my skin Sundered secrets caught in throats Fires burning under...

The Rewound Heart Bleeding backwards Into a dying sun Waning crescent Descending crescendo Cascading energetic cycles Data still backing...

Like a ton of bricks Like a waterfall Like an avalanche Just say the word I gather my dry heart Like sticks primed for the kindling I...

I just listen to the wind These old and tired branches Calling through the trees A whispering in my bones I call that quiet cold my home...

It can sometimes feel like the fire is going out. Run down. Lost. The world has no passion or color left in it. It's all been worn down...

My Heart is Always Rushing It would be more painful to forget More empty to regret Already holding them close Held tight like petals...

They used to say if you died out there in the mines they'd keep you alive, hook you up to a machine, make you less than a man... or maybe...