There’s no happily

ever after;

Just hours of drawn

out tedium

Stretched like solstice shadows,

Swallowed screams muted

Muffled by pillows,

And rusty shackles

Emblazoned with

A single



Draw breath from

A self contained

Breathing apparatus

Filled with the cosmos


Exhume an

Echo; it returns

Slower and quieter

Than when it was young


Black water

Sick and viscous

Swallows tangerine flames

While the tower burns


Willing eyes

Looking skyward

Glimpse that which cannot be

Explained by pure science

An Accident On-set at Sesame Street

it happened so fast

the moan of twisting steel,

a lighting rig tumbling

back to earth

lost one immediately –

that’s for sure –

poor fucker

probably didn’t feel a thing

the other left a trail




later we followed it

and found it

musta dragged itself, drunk with pain and panic

behind some cardboard boxes

blue fur matted with dark dry blood

not moving or breathing,

twisted up

ah the glamour of show biz

When It Hits

Pray that when it hits,

Your feathers turn to steel.

Your mind as smooth as glass,

Collected on a beach.

Pray that when it hits,

Your eyes are clear and bright.

Though it will be dark,

And shadows will deceive.

Pray that when it hits,

Resolve will not retreat.

The worst thing is regret,

You’ll end up just like me.


The Opposite of Faith

What is the opposite of faith,

Is it something moving in the

Darkness, sailing the radius

Of your senses,

Or the night nurse

At the ER making jokes about

The voodoo doll in bed 29

Back from the dead again,

Or crooked cops

in unmarked cars,

Or the chains we put on ourselves

Straining without moving,

knowing without believing?

When The Night Turns Black

In the city where needles grow
out of the walls where no one goes
maybe the rain will come again
your eyes it burns, your clothes it stains

And all these people look through you
but the mask you’re wearing isn’t true
and all of the logic fades from view
when the night turns black and leaves you blue

I met a girl she kissed me like a wave
that sinks one ship while another is saved
I wrote that line so I won’t forget
about giving up and about regret

You raise the bottle to your lips
it’s filling you up but the leak still drips
you’re numb and answers start to slip
when the night turns black in the moon’s eclipse

And when I tried to bring it all back home
an accident blocked off the road
the oil, thick and deep spread out
and poured out of the faucet spout

And all of the filthy dollar bills
are washed off clean while the blood still spills
the killer walks and the jailor kills
when the night turns black and cold and still

Gravity weighs upon your spine
it doesn’t rush it takes its time
and that’s when I knew you were mine
when the night turned black and I felt fine

The Morning After

Dull grey skies greet your eyes
Pounding in your brain
In flashes now the night creeps back
Its pleasure and its pain

Through clouds of smoke your lover spoke
Words you can’t recall
The wine was spilled the cups refilled
A mattress broke your fall

With no regret you can’t forget
His eyes upon your soul
With tender lips upon your hips
The darkness took its hold

Candle wax, red nails on backs
A moth drawn to the flame
The pleasure and the pain somehow
Became one in the same