keepsake

 

the trinkets lost in translation
lost in the waves or to the masses
and i am sure to be disappointed
little treasures never hold their
value
the new car of
sentimental possessions
to be possessed
to be held
hold me now
i will be whatever your heart desires
in this moment
the little reprieve
the constant co-conspirator
or the ring that saves your ever-loving
soul
hold me then and hold me now
and i'll do my best
to be the same as that first
glowing moment where
we met one another
and anything was
somehow possible

Nocturne

 

penitent/my devotion has a first name/it’s (redacted)/my devotion ends in the wail of a car alarm/a five alarm fire/know the sense i’ve lost between the spaces/under a margin of error/i can’t believe it’s not/(what it is)what is it/what have you done and/do what you will/some friendly revision or something more sinister/they buried my hero not far from here/not crowley/though i hear he’s near too/i guess that brings down the property values/my hero is/my hero lives under a shanty town grave/nameless/i will say no name and mean his/forever and ever/amen/world with(out) end/until it’s done/

shoutz 7.5

 

screed

as a wail.

pitch, angelic

at dusk. by moon’s

light, by a dimmer switch

nailed to a tree like jesus.

nature becomes us. let it

take back my living room

with grass and fungus and

tree branches knotting through

the flat screen and the attached components

for entertainment. for existence.

touchdown!

everyone will get what they want

in the end,



i promise.

finite haiku

 I’ve been doing a newish series of zines called infinitehaiku and this was a small cycle that didn’t fit but I enjoyed enough to share.

methodical call

dial tone bleating call sign

save this sinking ship

look over the waves

at sea, no shoreline in sight

at the tide’s mercy

preserver preserved

only room for one of us

you will see this through.

leave on a jet and

 

a day was a year/this song was a jam/i was happier then/that way/this time/was then was a a moment/this was that time/right now/right then/and i wished my life were in sepia/i was lost in the reverie of the color palette/keep me honest with/less than before/a year was a day and nothing was changing/i was the same as i am/i should have taken the bus//