Everyday Grime 

I cut
My fingernails
Because I keep snagging
Them on things like everyday grime


Leather Skin

Leather skin
I’ve a leather skin
I need it to
keep the world
from seeping in

Its pins its pricks
can’t pierce
this calloused skin

Its bombs its clocks
can’t blow up
this repetition

Let it bleed
let the world bleed
through the heart
of this paper
thin skin


no matter where i am
i always want the opposite
give me a paid vacation
i’d rather work for free
i rise to an orange burst sunrise
i’d rather be asleep
give me a future of possibilities
here i am grasping to childhood dreams
i am seeing the full spectrum of colors
but i am yearning for black and white
i have a home a heart that’s full of motion
yet here i am clinging to a thought of still life
i’ve got stars in my sky
but all i see is black night
mind is always moving backward or forward
so hard to stay in the present
no matter what i am
i always want the opposite

Deep Sleep Daydream

Thought I was
all out of words
always on
tip of tongue
spilling out
sprawling forth
wrote them all
on greasy napkins
fancy moleskines
sterile iphones
trusted laptop
palm of hand
and up & down
arms length

thought I was
drained of ideas
always on
verge of decay
spiraling out
forced forward
done it all
on greasy napkins
fancy moleskines
back of hand
up & down
arms length

I found I was suffocating
bottling lightning
strangling stifling
I find myself
shuttling forward
cascading backward
never here nor now
nestled in this moment

I thought I was
clear of this pitfall
long past that shortcoming
thought I was sheltered
when in truth
I was wide-mouthed
catching golf balled-sized
hail between my teeth

I think now
I am the same
as I ever was
no better or no less
I am trapped in a paradigm
a perfect portrait of my past
a deep sleep daydream
of where I want to be


To & fro
we go

into so-so


a heavy boulder crisis

in spite of
a life of
comparative degeneration

where to go
when feel low
oh so

dead skin hardened
ready to be picked
& flicked away

listening to
a loud & deafening

you can hear it in your chest

feel it overcome

feel it overwhelm

and I can hear
a piercing silence
as the beat is

ripped away
from the drum

nothing left but
suck thumb

head in sand
& struck dumb

it is so lonesome
to be alive
& not laugh

it is so wholesome
to be alive &
not care

listen to the loud
& deafening

you can hear it
in your pulse

feel it overcome

feel it overwhelm