Category: poetry

in the shadows
there are moving things
swirling and slithering
sliding and slipping

but the moon is so bright
and the stars alight
and the wind blows so cold
with a whisper and a kiss

and it’s a wicked wind
come up from the south
and the people are silent
and the days are so loud

and I’m here stuck wasted
by the wayside to side
singing and slinging
writing and spiting
hoping and clinging.

but what if the shadows
became slow the light?
and the daylight so faded
and the night turned bright?

and what if the moonlight
turned gray to green
and the shadows ‘came brighter
and the trees grew clean

and if I could speak
Just a speck of my soul
I would tell it so proudly
that the heavens would spoil

and if I could ponder
why the hopeless recoil
I’d whisper so softly
Need fear not the foil

I like this land

in the nighttime

I imagine it is the only thing I love

about it

for the nighttime here

is quiet and old

and full of memories

of a time that was taken

and a time that one day will

return

But I am far too loud

And foolish

chasing histories that have

long since died

And I have this idea

A dangerous one

that I cannot expunge

of a vision of love

that would transcend the sorrow

and the dirt

and the soul-gunk

and the shit

and I would climb up

up on to the roof

of my trailer

surrounded by nothing but trees

holding my baby girl

and kissing her

and pointing to the night sky

and the stars.

I saw two hombres today
In seven eleven
The first one was stalky
The second one was invisible.

The first one eyed me down
He saw the piece on my right side
Didn’t know what to think

I could see he wanted to shake me
But wasn’t sure what I would do
Didn’t know if it’d bite.

But I didn’t mind him
I just got some corona 
And left.

I’ve lived enough to know
The second hombre
Was the threat.

Looksmaxxing is a cast—an attempt to save a broken limb.

But beauty—true beauty—comes from within.

Yes, it ripples out, and becomes obvious in the skin and in the face.

But beauty—true beauty—comes with grace.