Monday, July 21, 2014

Alighieri's Allegory

The day that cured me
was unremarkable;

abstract and sedentary.

I pressed my ear
to your lips
and I swear I heard the wind

cold and sad

whispering fragmented
and fractured
tales of loneliness.

I pressed my ear
to your chest
and I could've sworn I heard the ocean

violently pulsing
and thrashing me
back to shore.

And I’m sad like the wind;

“not today”
isn't the snow
that binds me here.


are my only names.

All my best thoughts
are floating
above me
and out of reach

with ghosts
I don’t yet have
the courage to meet.

Your atlas
is crooked
and misaligned;

I jizz on your dewy meadow

and today’s forecast
calls for isolated suffocation
with a certainty of overcast
above an open and desolate field.

It was then
that she approached me
and said how handsomely dapper
I was.

But my soul is fractured - 
like the wind -

I replied.

I broke her
with a patented distraction
and quickly crept away.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Shades of Staccato

The bridge
was a tourniquet

pretty you
had trouble crossing.

The south Bronx
to our north
and out of view

the upper east side
still out of focus.

I was strangling
some smoke

near Midtown

but dreams
of the Midwest

had me mystified
and perturbed

drifting listlessly
off the lonely bridge.

Monday, July 7, 2014

She Lied You Blue

This cigarette
is my last drink

under just one
exploding sky.

I jumped ship
to a sinking town;

I thought you
among the wreck


It suits you well now.

I skipped town
to a sinking ship –

it’s saddening
it’s maddening
it’s cursed;

betrayal filtrated
over crying ice
for me to swallow whole.

Don’t lose the chocolate
from your charm;

you’re no daisy, darling,

I was once your huckleberry.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Pink Roses II

As I cool off
in the twilight

for this gridlock
to open up

like the skies

that one night
last November,

like the spider

trapped in his own
black self-made

and cannot find
his way back
to his prey,

my canines
are aching
for blood;

I’m snarling


here without you –

and you’re the only
I need.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

When Midnight Drugs Turn Sour

Accept that she
is a syringe

and that you
have a very
serious addiction.

Embers dancing
all around us –

the firestorm
will keep us warm

and we need this now;

no sun
in this cracked
marble sky.

An inevitable cold wind
rising to meet my fingertips
before they whisper
to you;

be it Death
or shadow

I could not tell.

You’re wearing off
and the needle
of your arms is distant

but optical illusions
on the far end of August

and we’ll make
the most of it

until then.

Saturday, May 31, 2014

The Boy with Empty Mason Jars

There was nothing out there;

          sky, street, trees.

I looked further
and there was a you
slipping away from a me

to greet me –

a place that existed
only in the furthest
reaches of sleep

and frailty
          and goodbye

where the sunlight
feels colder

the desperation

than winter’s
chilling embrace.

The girl I love
in the front seat
behind the wheel –

my heart
somewhere in my throat forever.

She looks at me
with eyes that long
for something more;

some thing
I’ve never had.

Something she needs to find
on her own.

And then maybe –

          I hoped –
you’d find me
in the other realm

in the other sky
above the blue

above you;

in the other
that I acquired
before you awoke
from the sadness.

I’m the storm
in front of you
you want to chase.

You’re the storm
in front of me
that gets away;

a supercell swirling
in the swaying hail.

And I wish
you could feel me

the suffocating drops
of longing
I can’t keep
from spilling out

of every pore
to my name.

And though that ever-present
shimmer in your eyes
is blinding

there is a sickening past
and a future uncertain

you’re just not willing
to let go of –

to envision –

just yet.

And so these stars
will extinguish
the sun

on this

the coldest day
on earth.

You’ll bury me
in the backyard;

you want to bury me
in your grave –

in the ashes
of a heaven obscure.

Somehow, you’ve been
deflecting all the love
I’ve been throwing
in effervescent cyclones
towards your unseeing eyes.

Your love –
          still forming
cumulonimbus massacres
in spotty crashes –

an unsubstantial rain
and a drought
that has plagued
my aching claws.

I’m losing my strength
while my will remains

bitterly intact;

please touch down –

Juliet Oscar Romeo Delta Alpha November –

on the runway
before the snow

and so love
is synonymous

with scary dreams
that end
beforethe end.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Contact Binary (W Ursae Majoris)

We’ve been gravitating
towards each other

for lightyears

unbeknownst until
it was too late.

We touch
through spaceless

for the first time.

A supernova
on the event horizon;

we’ll create our own
moving castle

forever howling
into infinity.

Your soul
is fractured
and tired –

let me mend you
with my broken arms.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Up, West, Sky

I thought
you’d be the one

that saved me.

Pass out-
side –

I used my hat
to catch the sunlight
before it rose
to shine upon your face

and send me into
a dizzying trance

starry-eyed for days.

And you’re always there
when I close my eyes;

if you’re my dream
please come true

I still think
you’re the one

(that can save me).

Friday, May 16, 2014

Dante & Beatrice

I’m gonna finish this song
and listen to this cigarette.

Notice the rain falling harder –
almost blinding

the last mile to my house.

My love for you
is second

to none

and like heroin
I feel at home
in your arms

spinning dizzy
concentric circles
up into the majestic.

But you’re allergic to love…

A cigarette
in the cold gray

A Chopin sonata

and you’re off the map

spinning dizzy
erratic circles
up into the majestic.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Call it in the Air

I was half-expecting it
to be nighttime

or for every
pitch black.

For every you
another mourning

cause you’re volatile
like Tampa weather.

And in my dream about you
I was telling you all about
my dream about you

how every flower
I composed

carried by the wind

went flying out the window.

Toss a fair coin –

tonight you’re nothing special.

But tomorrow
and ever after;

          the thing I love most about her
            is how she notices every starkissed color

in the things she loves.

Monday, May 12, 2014

The Fire in the Fog (continuation of SkyFalls)

with your arms
under your head

is violence.

like dimes kissing
the window

above your head –

the same rain
that has put me
to bed

just as I
had put you
to bed

in the same space
where you put us
to rest.

I scared you
you scarred me;

like a cigarette:

left chasing
a freebase buzz
that will never


Saturday, May 10, 2014

The First Critic


Black out in the sun,
leave your ligaments behind –
you’ve fallen and
you deserve some rest.

I could lend you these
wrist accessories;
your character may want
some borrowed attitude.

This angst is stagnant,
and you can’t spell
“volatile” without love.

Find me in the isolation tank.

His heart hears signs that
are so often misconstrued as a pulse;
(but) his heart is broken chalk
in a rainstorm.


Black out on the sun,
blood spills from
the clouds like
a meteor shower.

I thought I wanted
to ask you something,
but I can never seem to
spit it out. Soooo……

“How was Easter?”
mine was quiet;

I want to tell you we belong
somewhere at the same time;
I think I want to ask you


Black out the sun.
Ice slice your eye sockets
as your heart slips
into its red giant phase.

She’s fleeting faster
than spring semester.
Sad to say –
no progress has been made.

The glass is half
broken and the remaining
shards are slurring their speech
in suspended liquid.

So dance in silence;
I’ll miss you from afar.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

A Forest of Wolves and Dark

Chase the smoke;
          you’re unlucky.

Sunsets dissipate –


you’re softer now.

Or at least
I envision you as such.

But dark
darker still.

You’re my last leg
to stand on
amongst the filth.

lost and lonely.

soft and only.

like the perfect sunset:

          too far behind me

just out of reach.

Sunday, May 4, 2014


not you.

Why not you?

It may
have been slipping

gracefully past morning.

Grayer than
your silent films.

And why.

Headless angel –


hovering above your neck.


Your nape
cool and soft.

Morning without you.
Y. Not U.

U and Y.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Once Upon an Oversight

Give me a day
for you to treat
these fresh spring 
wounds of mine

I've been collecting them
in secret
in passing

by the roadside
where you once walked.

The pale

screaming overhead
and underfoot;

we don’t know where
we stand anymore

and you've exited that
dream of mine
a trillion times

where one of us pulls away
just as the other
becomes too attached

to breathe
or sleep

or slip further
into safety

or slide further
into the guarded

arms of regret.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Ego Dominus Tuus

There was a void
instead of the horizon.

There was a storm
in place of the sun.

The new sun
was a storm.

A black hole
with a cloud outline.

Handling the hail
we held on to hope
of better days coming.

There was a void
on that horizon.

There was ungular
damage to each sky.

The new end
to the new tremor.

A windless summer
in the breath.

Breathing in
ballistic barbs before
letting go of you.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Missing Sarah Tonin

Emergency opening
through the side
of an aluminum can

into a forest
of wolves and

And between six
stars staring

I’m watching hundreds of words
come falling flailing
or pouring
or streaming

from and out
of your eyes.

Trying to induce
your seismic fever to

using plastic spoons
and lukewarm water

until the sky cries open
snowing millions of shards
of glass down –

small enough to breach
your grimacing fingertips

drinking spiders
‘til dawn.

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Pixelated Virus

The smoke was dancing
as it left my lungs

and just like that

45 memories
that never happened.

One more drop of blood
to extinguish
or add to
the ever-screaming inferno.

And despite my windows up
it’s still snowing
in my car.

it’s odd;

outside is even.

The river runs
and you’re halfway

to December
through August.

Nothing could kill me;

nothing killed me
except that final shot
of absinthe –

too much laudanum

all on fire.