Now When I Rise

now when I rise my eyes are dark and wild

my sockets sunken my hair dishelved

trying to be like you

im more like some kind of lich king….

its unfortunate

all the things we do with science

can’t even come close

to the fire felt within you

I heard her call my name

and my eyes opened

asleep again

adrift at sea

I wandered man- I fucking wandered

in the end I even found something

an answer what

for that question why

why we gotta suffer

when we all gonna die.


grubbing hard

grubbing hard

your dirty finger’s claw concrete screaming

fuck the system and fuck everything

I want to go home but nowhere is home 

and everywhere the grubbing fingers

desperation, sorrow and death

incompletion emptiness and lack of hope 

kill me now I can’t see my road home.

There is no road home.

I’ve been beaten and robbed

slipped into comas and crashes 

crashing on cars on cars driving into me

pinning me to the street and laughing

laughing because look at me

I am an insect and nothing I do matters

And the car rolls over my elbow 

and the tires stop in time

the rubber resting on my head 

fuck everything–

the pain is worse than any i’ve felt 

grubbing hard

crawling over concrete

screaming I can’t move

my arm–

so help me dark fucking god in the evil glaring heavens!  

The bastard has crushed my arm

dirty fingers clawing concrete

grubbing hard

heaven is out to get me

Slung low and heavy the Cousteau

Slung low and heavy the Cousteau
Cold and steady absurd like general
Light weight low and holstered
Slung low and heavy
Heavy iron solemn steel
Cockatiels carved
Low and steady
Eyes red and ready
Solemn steel slung low
Holstered and heavy
Armchair poet slain for lack of living
Heavy prints led footfalls away
Armchair poet slain for lack of living
Slung low and heavy the Cousteau
He got up and walked away
Out the front door and down the street
Head to toe medieval shogun
Delivered- imperator’s decree


The boon of Erebos

The hillside rolled with a subtle incline almost as smooth as a sigh and the figures marched upward.
A yellow sun hung over a blew sky, my
Father and his friends unloaded their gear and set up camp.

“It’s never been this crowded before.” My godfather said.

My father turned and gazed up the gentle- daunting slope. I followed his gaze.

“They must have heard how nice it is this time of year.”

I looked out on the land and watched the procession.

Then without warning I darted into the brush and followed them… From a distance.

I saw them at the top of the hill their hoods off, their languid faces weeping long black tears in bright sunlight. They clutched in their hands bright metal, sharp metal, engraved and grim yet nonetheless beautiful knives. Before I could blink they drove the blades they each clutched deep into their throats and dropped dead in a fantastic array. It was the sign of Erebos. That’s when I realized the shadows held dark things. Wicked nymphs watched me and giggled- the ceremony had been of their design and now the noon of Erebos was bestowed upon them. I said naught- but turned and fled.


My face doesn’t work
It’s melting
My heart won’t beat
It’s sleeping

The heart rests in the cage
Like I’m in trouble
But instead I feel wasted
1030 at night and I’m working

My hands won’t reach
They’re broken


Just seated
On the ceiling
To better view
The coming sky
The bolstered bulkhead.

Denounced and unending
Divorced and trembling
Calm and soothing
The lie of autumn
Hinting of a warm breeze
In bitter cool air
In dark of night.

Feel- my bones!

I feel it in my bones-
The lonely old heartache
The press of time
No less lessening
As a quickening comes to call
Comes to order
Amidst the brawl

I felt it come to order
in my bones
Thought you would-
Knew it should-
To have been brought forth-
Forward thinking!
In such a hall

In such a hall as this
I feel it in my bones