Clarity in the Dark

Scrambling the week’s affairs
Beneath quivering skies
Ablaze and frantic

Sprawled out, dumbstruck
In a haze of cheap emotions
The spawn of a torrential swig

All the moments take hold
Of the nightly currents
To meet the broad shores
Of a placid new dawn

And all the cruel moments
Are hammered away
Into the crisp ivory plains
To revisit
And revile by day



I have yet to begin
To stun, to amaze
To draw the raging ire
Of space and time
I have yet to be involved

Futile Daybreak

Through an early spell of fog
Daylight spills
Yielding, its affection
For the cold drab ground

For all
But the faintest of travelers
Disheveled, indisposed and far

Through and through
In spite of the failing shadows
He remains the free-falling wreck

A slow-crumbling shard
From the binds
Of his former skin

He lives on
Left bowered and muttering
Beyond the reach
Of a warm wind’s swell

A Moment’s Beauty


The lights of my eyes
And thrive among strangers

Among the boastful many
Who coast in freeform
Beyond, the corners of my sight

Briefly beloved
To the pavement’s end

I’m the passing bloom
That wavers
In the maw of each dusk

Circling Torment

Lingers in each season of horror
Through each terrorizing
Taunting and teasing cycle


The gears maniacally roll
Conjuring the trails
That will never rove again

Bitterness festers
In each newborn scar
Disembarking its hatred
With a sickly smile

And irritation
Soon lives
In all people and places

Feed the Hearth

We stoke the world
From our safe shadowy snares
Bloated with calm
In comfort and ease

Its peril is our hearth
Crackling so distant
To the tune of our verses
Our keyboards, enlivened with hate

And all we earn
Is an aimless glow
A fast-moving  blaze
We’ll never fully contain

We stoke the world
Dumbfounded and dead
By each heaven-bound blush

Behind Their Sacred Walls

Who was I
In those downtrodden years?
Where the powerful blazed
In their white-hot fury?

What was my worth
When the walls inched higher?
My role in their horror
In each scheme they unfurled?

And slowly
I recalled

The terrible winds
As mayhem churned within

How the world
Fell away from my trials

How I burrowed skin deep
To contend with the phantoms I earned

How insanity swirled
From above and below

And I seldom dared to speak
Through the sparse cracked molars
Through the swaths of my decay

I could not depart
From my spell of worry
As the world’s mayhem turned
From above and below

Destiny in Reverse

I’d meet the eastern shore
With western bones bundled
And wailing for sleep

I’d meet the eastern shore
Tottering with ghosts
With the vicious sores
I have earned in full

I’d meet the eastern shore
And the glittering vigor
Of spotlit streams

I’ll meet the eastern shore
In a passionate rush
Steadfast and young