i have never been anything well flaunted i am tarnished silver, grey, like ash  i was bred to be useful as a cattle dog until i drew blood from a calf take me out to the back... the floor colored in copper casings red pollacked around me i'd rather you held my head under the water and keep it there, right there. you’d light a match, and hold it above the ripples.  the ones triggered by my lungs’ futile attempt at separating the particles of oxygen from their hydrogen light an

I couldn’t do that to myself... To be the only one fighting for us. The coordination of our demise, I believe, Had more parties involved than we realized. And whether or not those parties were sentient Of their contribution... I don’t know. But I don’t believe intent overrides outcome. I do not believe self consciousness outweighs consequence. A month and half now passed, and I find myself in the woods. I became a crescent, as I softened into the heart of a red wood stump. St

If I make my bed right,  If i stay quiet and sit tight.  If I say my prayers right,  Will you answer me?  I’m tired of the degradation.  God, will you grant me sleep? My father always doubted me, Will you let me believe?  So many questions I've asked of you.  Reliant on my faith in your existence. Your promise has yet to manifest, And faith without works is dead.  Your certainty a defensive counter,  So I will my eyes to see.  Copper hand, not finite. A brick suspended by twi

I started writing for the fear or losing what I knew never belonged to me. Even what I prayed would leave me,  I saved for a later date, categorically.  A hoarder of memories,  Documenting pleasantries.  An encyclopedia of all I’ve seen. The obsessive need to know my being. I promise to be a historian of the irrelevant, Of The quiet theatrics and the less benevolent. Collecting evidence what won’t be come tomorrow morning.  Surrounding myself with souvenirs of naivety,  I kee

My dog ate the rattlesnake skin off my dresser. I framed what was left of it years less than The possum in the yard, during sun up.  My mom said it was harmed. Some infection, some disease.  Something rabid,  Something so much greater than me.  Like blood kept in meat. Held like sky to the sea. Unattached to me.  Unchanged by me. Unfazed by me.  Dissimilar to the land to my feet. Or my back to the sheets,  All frayed by me. I later told you "The only way you’d see through me

make use of what does not depend on you.  i do, i do.  not of the valley but ‘bove the valley. i won’t get too close.  not today.  silent observation,  quiet contemplation.  stare me down to size.  an aeroplane,  a freeway.  a powerline,  a freight train.  similar they sigh.  not delicate, but benevolent.  watch over me, windmill eyes.

I lie beneath you and your reflection.  I am the space carved out by unsteady hands. Between you and the sun.  Clinging to the sediment  I am plastered below the point of return. You should, but won’t cross. I can’t, You wont.  You grasp who I am But you undermine my ability to comprehend you. Yet I have followed you  Since the moment the hospital lights showed you there was more. There, I was born.  I submitted to you then, And submit to you now. As you lower me down  To my