Wednesday, June 29, 2016


I feel it in the rage

flowers of rhetoric and intrigue

wiping smog from my eyes

coughing in the wake of some machine

I feel it in the sorrow.

In the tireless wind that peels away the dust from the earth

In the reckonings of the future

As the tireless storm of life

Unravels us all

I feel it in the exhaustion

With bloodshot eyes
Tooth and nail
mechanical and artificial

An environment absolved of sleep and emotion

I taste it in the anger

Like a forest fire

The savagery of my terrain

Burning itself to cinders

Reigning in chaos

Immolating everything

In the tears I cannot shed

Saturday, June 4, 2016


As bells falling
I hear it in the wind
In dreams of calling
where I can come again

as the heart of this furnace
if there was any way
In this land of make-believe
In the dream of the day

where chains are calling
In the gravel, on concrete
my depths remain so shallow
and I taste it in the heat

I argue for the justice
and I change with my gaze
and I've become lost
As a mouse, within a maze