Mar 6 2014

the everlasting honeycomb
of broken

shadow shard and hollow reflection
dripping sweet song pattern and
endless playback

locked in a house of mirrors
where the laughter
from room to room
belongs to no one

and dawn reveals the skeleton
inside the jar of syrup

all the pieces are there
and you can spend three months
striving to fit them back together

or you can leave them
dancing in the light of day

as long as you remember
to watch your step each night

because fool’s gold
puddles in your footprints

leading the way
to the door

Mar 4 2014

the self-importance
of being earnest


some days, that’s all i want
to say


or show me
what’s in your


beneath the stone
you’ve left unturned

tell me

how it feels
to be the seventh billion

falling gently from a sky
made grey with uniquity

holding on

until you melt
raging into rivers

groaning with overflow


losing voice and veracity

whisper-stamped and

by a mouth
that’s always




Mar 1 2014

oh, hullo, march…


so nice to see you could make it.