And there you were, sulking in the corner of my mind A drink, a drink to salve old wounds Saying old sooths, with still beating hearts At last down at the center of you And old keys not rescinded out of tired locks Branches of a network never lost Let slip the bittersweet delights, in the corner of my eye A chain, a chain to rattle up old ghosts Poltergeists, with the hands of grandfathers Bitterly turning still and soft And old hills not made for perishing Roots and heaps an

River's Edge A mote of finest cosmic dust Shimmering in the starlight glow Trembling on the edge of a ripple Thrust along the river's flow Languishing in dark repose I feel the air begin to quiver A breath and then at last the fall The subtle touch and final tittle Warm exhalations caught on strings Of webs we'd weave to catch our dreams Hungry for the thunder's voice To set loose the path of lightning's choice And see in raindrop, see in sky A mighty bow that tints the eyes

What it's like to be again No longer a ghost A will, a whispered echo A memory of skin A texture barely rendered Still not focused in A...

Wolfing down Lapping up Hungry maw Open cup O'er flowing Tangle foot Brambles broken Tied in knots Roots below Sky above Crying out...

Migratory stories linger Across memories of a flowered love Not possessed of any human being But a fire like plutonium

Unequivocally I need your touch Your love Your lust Inhale me In burning lungs Soaring eyes Let me be lost Layered up Break my bones...

Open up Dysfunctional Sacred devils and Fallen angels Wounded beasts Healing heads Rising oceans and Hurricanes

Unmake me In darkness discreet In sacred shadow In secret flames Undone Punctuated breaths Reaching equilibrium Between life and death...

Consumed Hazel blooms of arcing thunder Level me in awestruck wonder Bought and paid for by her touch Sinking in and swallowed up...

Bring me a horizon Made of sunsets and of sin And make for me an altar To lay me down again

Press me between pages Open like a book Turn me into fire light With nothing but a look

Bring it down Like fire on my tongue In places deeper Oblivion Vermilion In velvet flames Dancing darkness Invading veins Colors running...

I build my kingdom Out of all of these mistakes I steel my nerves for The coming of day All these reserves for The war that approaches...

A machine-man brought to life. Built in a world submerged. Industrial. Used. But brought to life by something unexpected. The spark, like...

Vines on tongues Torrent thorns Tearing skin And wearing bones Gathering storms Petrichor Tasting thunder's Endless roar Bridge to...

I prefer the dirt and the darkness Hidden under, hunched Buried in freshly fallen leaves By the pit I'm swallowed up Elder things of...

Brought before the elders Anchored here Seeking the vampire's kiss Chained by fragments of lust Abrasive diamonds Burning agony inhaled by lungs A self-inflicted poison Toxic Taken in micro-doses With eyelids shut and heart open Aching Tied to a barren future Erosion splits those atoms Delineating truths With resonance cascading Schrodinger's remorse Guiltless Beguiled by a shelter still refused Now dwelling in shadows past Remembering Old Fezziwig and dance With delicate occ

SINKING IN Tell me what these pieces mean Intrusive thoughts and sordid dreams Truths uncovered in our sleep Urges lurking underneath...

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...

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