Crying Space

I so desperately need a crying space free wife

to unleash the emotions rather than end on lightning wings

in a public façade where everyone sees bird teeth

something is wrong narrow star

nothing is wrong amber tongue

don’t you see

I am polished fear

making space for nightmare champagne

emotions of the trills from distant hills

turning toward grey sky


Wherever you are dawn bright

whenever you come back vermillion moon

I wait

handwriting like eyelashes



I need to make space for you

when you do

and to do that

I so desperately need to cry.

Unleash scissor threads

down my face

charcoal cuts

near my eyes

reminding me

that if I cry

I can smile

and I can make space for you

Creative Creator

Where does your creative space go?

Mine seems to disappear sometimes.

Not sure where.

Sometimes she’s

gone for a long time

And then

why hello there


Venn Diagram

Hold the line

Maintain separation.

I must hold strong.

Like a warped Venn diagram.

The outer circles smile and make nice.

The overlapping intersection is a mess.

Escaping Insanity

I have to write it down

because if I don’t write it down

the thoughts cylindrically go around and around in my head

and if there is no where for them to go

it turns into insanity.

But if I can catch one

and force it into this crude tool

them I am no longer insane,

I am a writer.

Psychopathic Passive Aggressive Notes to Myself

Two socks, neither are mine.

Your fridge approached me the other day. It was an unwelcome advance.

You conduct an abnormal amount of static electricity. I am quite tired of your electrical current.

Where did you put the key to that memory?

Fuck you brain for phantom pain!

I see that you have failed to follow instructions.

Looking for another state of consciousness again huh? Spin around and think about the taste of purple!

The fridge says hello!

Please do not buy any more journals. You are just provoking her.

You are my legacy.

You are my false god.