Pocket Knife

Wanna carve you out
a slice of me
w/ my pocket knife

wanna carve
my life
out right

wanna carve you

wanna starve
my soul
so that I may eat right

carve me out
a slice
of life

starve me
my soul is hungry.

Locked In

Eyes don’t match
my inner turmoil

all I needed was a seed
but I swallowed it
did not nurture it

chill down my spine
I want that feeling
all of the time

gooseflesh & hair raised
in the best of ways

I can channel it
only for so long

the embers must go cold

I can control it
only for so long

the fire must go out

my children’s embrace
I wish I could stay
locked in forever

we never stop
being children
finding our way


Absence of Routine

Why does the absence
of routine make us sad?
when we should be
embracing what’s to come,
we should be embracing
the absence of routine.
instead I’m fighting back tears
as I’m retracing steps
from a thousand blind walks.
as I’m moving forward in time.
goddammit, fuck routine.
why am I not embracing its absence?

Neon Bug Catcher

I am a neon bug catcher
catching all the things I do not want

I am deep woods mosquito repellent
attracting all the itchy bites

I am what I need to be
and everything I am not

I could try several notches harder
at the same time I could do much worse

I have so many goal posts
I don’t have a fucking clue

I want it all on a shiny platter
I want nothing at all

Florissant, CO


Pine is in the air
Smoke is cleansing fear

Bones are on the ground
Ashes on the ground

Dirt on my fingers
Air in my lungs

Wind chimes

Fire is in the heart
Smoke erases fear

Stones are on the ground
Feet firm on the ground

The past, it lingers
But the future is my home

Dirt roads