An Average Urban Journey


when destruction comes to bear

music transforms into a portal

into your past life

into the love you felt

into the thoughts

you barely remember

life becomes meaningful

when destruction

comes to bear

by and by

it happens always

just sometimes you don’t notice

you die each day

when the happiness

you almost grasped

keeps loitering

when humans

who no longer live

feel so close

and yet they’re

the furthest

they could possibly be

visit the grave

in your mind

spread the ashes

across your chest

fear the thump

thump thump

from the inside

of the vacant room

the footsteps stomping

from the apartment above

of the old man who never sleeps

he knows when you have sex

he knows nothing is sacred

cringe at that brush on the back

of your neck

while you’re facing

the desolation

of an electronic filled room

stubbornly refuse implants

retain biology

die again and again

keep dying

until death itself dies


Heatwave Poems


At the Bodies by Route 38

I saw a child walk over skeletons

as she searched for someone,

something, someone…

I drove past her-

the little girl in a summer dress

by herself in the graveyard.

I parked the car

and saw more humans

working on sprinklers.

I walked toward where I thought

her grave was, it took me a minute,

a middle aged couple approached,

I was worried they were her parents,

but they weren’t, just some other parents,

then the woman turned back and sat in the car.

I watched the man sip from his beer can

and cry silently as I stood there relieved

that they weren’t her parents.

I found her, but I couldn’t see her, no matter

how much I willed it,

although she was there.

I said, “I’m sorry if I seem presumptuous.”

It had been a long time

since I’d visited her last.

I sat there cross-legged

in the grass and looked

at the sky and the grass-

I didn’t mind the highway sounds

at first, but then the noises made me

anxious and I left her faster than I should’ve.

The final word that came out was “sorry”

and I departed slowly away

leaving her bones w/ bumblebees and withered roses.


if you let it thru

a rat fits thru your paper thin heart

and cuts open gray on deeper gray

you left a scarf on the floor

and now it has become a nest

for what’s eating you inside

and that falling apart human

won’t stop his forced entry

and thru the stares you see

evil or is it insanity? you see

and feel his pain his curse

and it beckons you