Thursday, December 19, 2019

winter is inferior

I try to see beauty
in every season
I can't use my porch without freezing
It's too fucking dark
      too fucking early
and the only decent part
of this
is the holidays
I will
(attempt to)
shut my pie hole
until the merriment
turns into the gray sludge
of the rest of winter
I'll drink and eat and cry and sleep
until the sun finds me
until the trees bush out
until I can sit
on the warm front steps
and dream of alternate endings.

Friday, September 27, 2019

Defining evanesce

To evanesce
(I looked this up)
Is to gradually
Fade away

I fear

To be invisible
To everyone around me

I'm afraid of being
The only

So I get loud
At times

Crave feedback
Some proof
That there's life

A concrete handhold
To keep me from
Floating away

From sinking down
Into nothingness

Thursday, September 26, 2019


Come and go
Come back
Something forgotten
A shadow
Flicker away
Flicker back
Gone again
Until morning
I bless a beautiful
Remainder of night

Monday, September 23, 2019

Missed connections

No words
I can't even speak
Can barely function
Keep this, hide this

Hold it under until
I can't breathe

Monday, August 26, 2019


By fairy light
I listen to night sounds
In the pretty nothing
That is happening
Wishing for anything
A small catastrophe
Flood, fire, explosion
Some spectacle
To bring us out
Of our cozy shells
Our empty and full lives
To just occupy the same space
Tune to the same station

Friday, August 23, 2019


About turning forty

A forever teen
In an aging shell

All the things I haven't done

All the things maybe I'll do now

On the eve of both
Death and rebirth

Body already giving up
The possibility of
Creating more life

Which is fine

And sad

Done with all that
But grieving
A closed door

An existential crisis
An exhausted shrug

I haven't figured
Any of this out yet

Just as lost now
If not more
Than at 20 or 30

Only now
A familiar lost
Comfortably Numb

Oh,  hey

That's my
Turning Forty Theme Song

Friday, August 2, 2019

A walk

There's a chance of rain
As I step out the front door
With no umbrella

The warmth of summer
Embraces me from all sides
Clouds promise a storm

Everybody waves
In this town, my town, my home
I turn at the bridge

Past all the mowers
The joggers, the dog walkers
The funeral home

Now past the college
Empty of students for now
For another month

Huddled together
Cows exist under shade trees
A plane flies so low

Climb up the big hill
Up the street that overlooks
The small plane air field

Back down a main road
Where cars and semi trucks pass
Gifting small breezes

By the Riverside
Under trees filled with webworms
In their gauzy nests

Finally back home
Pull my shoes off, have a beer
It hasn't rained yet

Saturday, July 27, 2019


We live in bubbles
All of us
Where everyone else is visible
But the barrier exists
To keep us from caring
We're just spectators
Carrying on despite
The hell that is brewing in
The minds of others.
I wonder if I just
Laid down in the grass
Right there on the
Perfectly mowed lawn
In broad daylight
People jogging by
If I just
Surely people would notice
But part of me believes
That maybe
Maybe I'm the only thing real
Maybe I'm the only thing not.


The house fan
Is pulling
My kush incense
Through this tiny house
It's cool for summer
But it's night
And still humid
I've lost count
Of the beers I've had
While I wonder
What people are thinking
What lives they're living
What is the future even
And how long am I in it
Will I open tomorrow's door
And find more of the same
Crack another beer
Light some more incense
Or will there be
Lovely surprises
Secret adventures
And some such
Hopefully also involving

Thursday, July 18, 2019


Ruin yourself

For the greater good.

Sunday, June 30, 2019

Lost in here

I'm sinking
Getting smaller, further away
Everyone is fading
The stars are anchors
Holding me in the world
For only so long
I was doing well
Living and breathing
Existing without questioning
The existence of others
But now I'm the only lonely thing
About to be sucked into
The black hole in my head
Grasping for handholds in
The nothingness around me

Monday, June 24, 2019

Front steps

I lose time
On these stairs
Dreaming scenarios
Mouthing lyrics
Shining my bat signal
Into the night
Looking for life
Trying to feel
Waiting for anything to happen
Watching life pass.

Saturday, June 22, 2019


I'm still drying from a long shower
It's dusk
The bats
Lightning bugs
The hush sounds of the river
I'm sitting on the front steps
Admiring the deep shadowed greens
The branches silhouetted
In the semi-darkness
Against a surreal summer sky
Jupiter hanging low and bright
Just above the trees
I'm in love with everything
All of this
And this is how the world requites.

Friday, June 21, 2019


I propose my plan
To a sky full of stars
Feel loud as I can
For any soul still awake
Turn your listening satellites
My direction
The aching breath of my thoughts
Will blow through the cage
Of my paper skull
And find a place in your dreams

Saturday, June 15, 2019

One week

I drink
Because it's easier to
Drown uncomfortable emotions
Than actually feel them.
Not sadness.
I've made a weird peace with melancholy.
But rage, irritation, dread,
The feeling that I don't belong anywhere
With anyone,
And right now
I haven't had a drink in a week
And instead of feeling proud of myself
I am a stew of discomfort and anger
And tears and trying to blink back tears
Because tears are uncomfortable
For everyone.
God I want a drink.

Friday, June 7, 2019


Shit, man.
Words don't come as easy
Without mental lubrication
It all feels so deliberate
Words chosen instead of vomited
I promised myself
After my heavy heart vibrated
In my chest
Panicked me
I couldn't lift myself up
That I would stop
Hurting myself
Because I'm not a teenager
And self destructive behavior
Just isn't cool anymore.

Friday, May 31, 2019


This isn't my life
Dreams showed me a truth better
Than this confusion

I'm falling backward
Without an end or safety
Through sweet delusion

The storm is passing
Fleeting sun shining on me
Welcome illusion

Monday, May 27, 2019

Memorial Day Squirrels

Three squirrels
Chase each other across
The fence top
Wiggling ridiculous tails

I thought animals were made
Of much more instinct
And survival

But I know I just saw
The middle squirrel
Hop over the first
They are playing

I'm daydrinking on the back deck

It's Memorial Day

A day to quietly reflect
On squirrel behavior.

Friday, May 24, 2019


I'm not even a blip.
A thought.
Even though my brain
Is so loud.
I mean,
How could it not be noticed?
There's times
I convince myself
I am the center.
But really
I'm a background character.
Just an extra.

Sunday, May 19, 2019

Full moon

People speak to
Invisible gods
I don't feel all that mad
Out here
Begging favors from the moon

Friday, May 17, 2019

The weekend begins

It's a sticky warm Friday afternoon
My hair is biggish and frizzy
Sweat at the scalp
I smell like sleep and summer
Morning tea has been swapped for liquor
Pretty quickly
Lawnmowers happen through the window
Erica Jong Half Lives open
On the kitchen table
And I realize all the poetry
In the world never hits me so hard
As a Springsteen song

Sunday, May 12, 2019

I do what I want.

This life
Is all a charade
No matter what we do.
Who gives a shit
What I do or why
In the long run
In the big picture.
From the dawn of time to now
We're just a blip
An insignificant blip.
We can do what we want
And fuck off to every
Judgy shit
That thinks otherwise.

Thursday, May 9, 2019


It's hard to be silent and mindful
Withdraw from unhealthy behaviors
Focus on what should be
Instead of reaching for coulds
Don't drink, don't get weird
Stop hyper focusing
Nobody likes that
Quit creeping, quit brooding
Just exist within these boundries
Where no one is uncomfortable
And no one gets hurt
And everyone wins but me.

Monday, May 6, 2019


I'm sober tonight
and plan to be
Plan to shed this shadow
Find myself again
Stop trying to find
meaning and holy moments
in those who can't see me
Life is uncertainty
Answers don't exist
Only the odd insights
Unexpected soul confrontations
Irretrievable spots of beauty
that linger only in memory
And there's no way to force these things
It feels as if we're in this
awkward conflicting state
both passive and responsible
But we do have the controls
Repeat after me
I am not confined to this role
I am never stuck
I am not a character in this story
I'm the writer.

Saturday, May 4, 2019


How can some seem so
Emotionless when
I am so fucking
Is it a male thing
To not show any sign
Of being human
Or am I just so
That I distrust those
That appear to have this shit
Figured out
I can't live tonight
Without music shaking me
Liquor turning me inside out
Poems to shoot and kill
My demons with
My mind is an exploding universe
And I can't deal with
The goddammed laundry or dishes.

Slow burn

Tread lightly
Regardless of what dreams
Drunken intuition
Or pangs of lonely
Tell you

It's fragile
And as messy as I am
As hard the need is
There's so many sides
So many

I'm afraid
Of acting and not
No change
It can't all coexist
One cancels out

I don't want to know
How this ends.
I need to know
How it begins.

Sunday, April 28, 2019

Tunes, man. Tunes.

Life needs a soundtrack

Until this can happen
I will continue to just blast my music
In every situation
And irritate the neighbors.


Saturday, April 27, 2019


I realized I was
Right behind you the whole time
Singing my sad songs

And I ran away
When I should have stayed and spoke
Story of my life

But if I had said
What was really on my mind
Maybe you'd have run.

Friday, April 26, 2019

I always wake up chonky, dammit

I dream
And I am who I feel
On the inside
On the outside
The pictures match
So that I wake
Disappointed in myself
Every day
Stuck in this
Heavy vehicle.

Monday, April 22, 2019

Sunday night

The hardest part
Is living in this
By myself

Seeing this

There's only
One mind
In here

Talking to itself
Creating illusions

Feeling full
Feeling empty
Feeling everything

Is not so crazy
I'm not so crazy

Fucking hell
This world
Makes no sense anymore

I may as well
Create my