it is not hard to live with



but it makes wanting life difficult



sad sight, sad boy



weighed down



telling the same story



repeated in erratic intervals



trying on the latest disease



it must fit better than the last



though the ability



to prove normalcy is waning



is it seen?



this scene



this curtain



a worrisome thing



but there was a shift in… Continue

That which came was not an enemy easily fought.
Standing firm, afronts be damned, bearing false witness for yourself, for it . . .
There is no battle here.
Pushing stone may increase strength but rewards not with movement.
Stone has no heart, no pulse, no warmth, no life . . .
It certainly can't feel your struggle.
It is stone.
And the field is vapor.
It is a memory leaving fast as you wake from dreaming.

She whispers her last goodbye



to him as I type



Bible Belt America's poison of choice



claims another of it's brethren



and she was a copious savior



with forgiveness and phoenix like trust



and the time came when he really



needed the saving



his heart without movement for



ten whole minutes



while those in sickness with him



stood by



worried more about avoiding… Continue

He has an incredible talent for the art of argument. I see through him like the sheer scarf used to capture a nude me in digital format. To please him, to keep him, to fuck and kiss him . . . He has changed me, made me accountable for things I normally would excuse in myself. And we are so alike in that insatiable need for attention. Now looking at him has become a moment of self-awareness and it is not so comfortable.

We are connected by land

yet you're farther from me still

Do you breath

When you think of me

Does your mind wonder

Does it daydream



The scent of my neck

The feel

Soft and smooth

Beneath the fleshy pad of your fingers



Do you tap them

upon tables

imagine the absence

Of sound

If I were prostrate beneath them



Could you move me

Accomplish the shift

You caused until now

(but I lie, I… Continue