shoutz 7

 another one from "shoutz."

the floor’s still creaking.

singing what i hope is

your arrival. homecoming,

fanfare and the appropriate

heralding of a trumpet,

of a procession, half-starved

but grateful. half-gone but

returned. wholly transformed.




i can only hope

it’s you. what’s been so long,

still feels like fresh blood

down the scratched spot,

broken free.

each centimeter swallowed

by its path, each crack

of the living room. you’re

out there, i’ve never been

more sure.




let the groans of this

quiet house

lead you back
home.

shoutz pt 1

later start to the morning than usual. i make these folders on my comp and write to a vibe or a concept for a while and "shoutz" is the latest one. i may post a few of these in the coming weeks.

calamity and cavernous thunder
spectral pyrotechnics 
across a braindead sky
these poltergeist will prey
across the arc of lightning
keeping things honest
in howling made fresh as wounds
as bread baked daily. fade away
when you’re ready, perfect 
crust. just warm enough.
home as a hell
loud enough for two
but it is solely for you.
good enough
through rattled bone and 
wind and the whole thing
moves with purpose. just so

everclever

 work has begun on a new chapbook and design/layout for #infinitehaiku II is imminent. I've also got something more substantial that's percolating and will be a bit of a departure from the usual style. Keeping the blade sharp or something...

wish the end times
were a bookmark
and the feel good,
happy fun times 
were the ocean's currents.

pray to see the circle
and the square
resolve their differences
but the edges and the bends
make a beginning, some start,
impossible

hope becomes a broken
cruise liner, slow-rolling
over into an anticlimactic
boat-apocalypse. an end
played out by a squeaking
brass band's worst performance
in weeks. going to hell on a highway
lined with dead electric cars and
moments cast aside for something
slightly better. rusting out. corroded
all over. still with eyes. still watching.

neverever

 lots of stuff in the works. you can find the new zine #infinitehaiku out and about or reach out if you're curious to learn more. Tapes on Fire is still available here. Bigger things coming sooner than later too. Get ready, it might be my best work yet.

draft's in
jury's out
we'll be a mechanized failure
in no time flat
weaponized defeat
in just a few short steps
and you can hit
that subscribe button
before long and watch
this undoing,
ungluing itself
from careful
applications

i am in
persuasion
mid-
resuscitation
resume the
reclamation
without indentation
consummate professional
in contemplation
after irritation and 
simple math's
implications.

rappity rap 
bim bam boom
scat forever
this is truth

you knew it then
you knew me now
in the know
in sequence
forever
forget it
the past will
clean up our 
messes. 

sorry for the interruption