Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Clouds

I think the mirrors
backwards,
that face is unfamiliar.
Maybe the prescriptions
wrong,
I can't even see.
This game,
I'm just watching,
but I don't want
to play.
I'm running though,
with my eyes
glazed over
and the floors gone.
Who were you,
to do that to me?
All faceless memories
resurface 
eventually.
I think my head
hit the sink
before it
hit the floor.





Monday, September 17, 2012

Maybe,
I need this
More than ever...

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Only in the dark
Do I wish for light
And when that has
Too,
Gone...
I am
No one.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Diluted

Little lit up
diorama
looking out over
the tar soaked
earth
with intruding eyes
scattered
in ambiguity.
.
.
.
Once
I walked
with band-aids
covering my face.
They surrounded me
with ignorance
and stuck to me
like
isolation.
.
.
.
City tears
soak me through
as I am further
distanced
from the distorted
heartbeat
of humanity.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

I like your pride,
filthy soul.
Flashing black as
blue and green
faces shatter down.
Your face,
closer with every flash,
exhausts my reason.
In front of me,
you reach for my hand
and between the dark and light,
bite off each finger.
Idly, I watch the
tiny droplets fall
around the ripped tendons
and I watch the pools fill
 around my feet.
I watch your face,
with blood
spilling down your chin,
And as I watch
I realize
I am jealous
of your pride.