Posted in Photography, Poetry


I want to be
happy here
we just confuse
swallow budding thoughts

morning fog melts on forked tongue
and tendrils climb
the bent back

I want to be
happy here
we just refuse
the bowl of ripened fruit

lick wounds with torn cloth
swollen mouth
stuffed with lies

Posted in Photography, Poetry


The way to blue
easily travailed.
The happy path
a brush of cheek.

Through cracks seen
distance perched upon
dire thoughts
direction whisks
shooting stars
past lost scars.
Tails of disaster
i carelessly imagine
ride the rails.

My darkness exists -allowed
to push away…
i grasp
the dangling strings
held tight
to watch you drown
in tempest mind.

Discerning evil
crept over sky
day rises
of black sun.

Forgiveness returns
the scales
from glass eyes.