17 Dec 2014


Many people – in the absence of a total or complete personality – find they are adept in convincing themselves of who they ‘are’. Usually this persona continues on for so long that it becomes for all intents and purposes ‘real’ and any chance of real self-discovery is lost forever.

Quote of the December

The art which we may call generally art of the wayside, as opposed to that which is the business of men's lives, is, in the best sense of the word, Grotesque.   John Ruskin

24 Nov 2014

Testament to musclebound creatures and sirens that bring ships crashing to rocky deaths.

To fear the silence is to fear yourself
To reject isolation is to spurn your own
Continuing evolution

Not deep thought
Not abstract consideration of the void
Rather just plan nothing

Dropping the engine down from fourth
Slowed to a stop
An evening hillside
Eyes over the horizon of the city

Shielded from the posturing
Cocooned from the shouting
And screaming and music

Dancing to yourself
Secretly singing love songs
And the sadness of it all is a wave

And you rise and fall
With it
Delicately in the quiet

Nothing to prove
Nothing to fight for
But inside…

Still climbing granite boulders
Struggling toward the source of all hurricanes
Forward on gut instinct
Breaking chains
Napalm on every bridge
Bravely evolving in the near dark.

30 Oct 2014

But is it abstract ENOUGH…

Sat in a chair
For too long
All manner of forms beginning
To atrophy
Mid-way to the end of days
All luck left behind

Laying down in bed
An old man’s smile
Crossing my face
And eyes scrunched closed
Blocking it all out
Or trying to at least.

24 Sep 2014

Cut glass cruelty

Voices as un-tuned violin strings
Fists submerged in buckets of ground crystal
Cast iron necktie
A hundred pounds pulling on you
Screaming on the way down
Laughing in the face of the descent

All spaces deleted
And senses diminished
And repetition held in the
Highest regard
Praise the Lord

Poems like breathing out underwater
Voices like broken violins
Faces like the fronts of skyscrapers
Too much going on inside to
Really ever know the truth.

13 Aug 2014

Calm before the storm

It reminds me of Beethoven
(All of my references are from
pop culture)

And the wind cries
And I run a treadmill to nowhere
In the summer heat
Carry weights
But not too much

Then smoke a half cigarette
Down to the end
Scramble to find the right music
Struggle to make these lines
For why - I do not know

They don’t
So I forget my own rules
And sit in the dark
And flip a coin that lands on its edge
How I do not know
But it is no surprise

And today like every day
There’s war outside
Everywhere except in here
It seems

Though if you looked hard enough
I’m sure you could find it in here

23 Jul 2014

Heavy glasses

There are certain details in life
That need to be attended to regularly
Abstract rules that
Each person holds as truth
Quantum factors
In the cracks and corners of life
That maintain a secret order
Within and

Like only drinking liquor from a
Heavy bottomed glass
Wearing good shoes
Standing up straight
To always tell the truth
Or if you are to lie
To lie very
Very well

A great deal of care needs to be taken
To ensure you remain the person
You want to