Saturday 3/16/2024 10:56:00 PM

 say their names. silt escaping from the bedrock. a panic of truths drawing insolvent maps. 

we are mourned. by discarded lovers and absent gods. sandpaper chaffing against the epiphany of loss. 

no blood. just the arrogant cautions of flesh. as life consents to something smaller. 

now we are transformed. chewed like candy by the remnants of dying wish. 

time ignites. in a fury of contrition. all shattered bulbs in empty corridors. 

our words open windows. in vacant rooms.

wear the shame. screams that make no sound.  

the promise collapses. 

we gather our remaining lies. clowns with melting faces. smiling as they drown. 

Wednesday 3/13/2024 12:09:00 AM

we are quiet as the world moves to forget.

our bodies dance to the subtle rhythm of time's dirty  engine.

while our minds struggle to keep pace. 

we watch the sky fall. as it often does.

confident in our ability to prop it up. 

but the world ends just the same. 

we are silent as we put our signatures on the disaster.

muted by the epidemic of want.

we listen as gravity catalogs its secrets.

animals with plastic claws. grabbing at the wind.  

the end has its tangles. all the simple collisions that turn choices into knots. 

we debate the ghosts that still insist. scavengers in soiled gowns.

still dancing. to music that has long since stopped. 


3/06/2024 11:22:00 PM

the crutch whispers. hobbled thieves stumble over each other. in pursuit of why. 

the taste of how. both sweet and sour. 

in the seldom anesthesia of touch. we are catapulted from our hunger. worn by choices dense enough to drown us. 

our voices exhumed. like corpses from neglected graves. 

raw faces desperate for skin. 

the monsters more melody than dissonance. the humble catastrophes that bear our weight. 

the sting of time. the parity of its venom. it's absolute treason. a perfect grief. 

the fairy tale withers. under the scrutiny of our breadcrumbs. 

the wolf exhales. 

confounded.

by the doors we've left open.

Sunday 3/03/2024 12:11:00 AM

what was I before I was us.

some minor fraction of time strangled by an errant decimal. 

my lingering time machines still humming. idle catastrophes more skin than meat. 

a quiet apocalypse of orphans and corpses. 

what have I become.

a long series of numbers. each preceding sum depreciating into the next. 

atoms in the void corrupted by life's poison nucleus. 

thirsty dolls in crowded gowns. 

what were we then.

stiff needles in scarred veins. delivering an ugly medicine. 

our disease more trapeze than cliff. 

shattered buttons on little girl's bloody dresses. 

what are we now.

the absurd remainders in an infinite division.

broken zippers on permanent skins. 

Wednesday 2/28/2024 12:11:00 AM

 solve for when. swept by the artifacts of expectation. stained in the color of common thieves. 

we consent to these minor apocalypses. unmoved by the collapse. 

the world keeps counting. the shattered dolls. as we collect their severed limbs. 

the distance chokes. on our stubbornness.

slips of skin like blank paper. wait for the ink to tell. 

we spend the coins that remain. after time has abandoned us. 

listening to the rain fall. from behind the broken glass. 

Thursday 2/22/2024 11:17:00 PM

she chased the receding folds. endemic conspirators of lust and ache.

her fingers soft as she struggled to hold. the heavy corpses that filled her memory. 

the beginning is supple. a lush drizzle of tastes. addictive whispers daring us to hear. 

how obvious we are. simple primates in an endless war with conceit. 

blunt knives stalking barren landscapes. 

the middle is dense. all heavy bones and cracked faces.

stumbling predators chasing barbed wire and candy. 

she counted the remains of her identities. uncertain which, if any, were still relevant. 

the end is compensatory. a reverse evolution of sorts. an abrupt bankruptcy of want. 

we are only numbers. swollen in a chaos of strangers. 

contrarians endlessly knocking on the doors of empty houses. 

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