Friday, June 11, 2010

thinking it was a baby tooth, you tied it to the door.

burst of blood and clear skies,

i thought it looked like rain.

 

a regular crime scene;

a flake of red paint that crept under fingernails

as you carried the peeling and rotten door out of the garage.

 

hands that are now severing head from body

a surgeon operating; calm, collected, with purpose.

 

spatters of tabasco lay stark against white

as the pink tails pile up.

 

heavy on salt, a dry tongue

hinged on hope.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010


pink tails pile up, spatters of tabasco lay stark against white
as you sever head from body how a surgeon operates;
calm, collected and with purpose.

red, robust and rough grout
i grope for your hand,
bone scraping bone.

you thought it was a baby tooth and tied it to the door.
burst of blood and clear skies,
i thought it looked like rain.


Wednesday, April 28, 2010

jam out with your clam out

I started a comic today!

It chronicles a struggling band of shellfish, The Clam Band! That's all I can tell you for now! 

Monday, April 26, 2010

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Thursday, April 15, 2010

a ghost stood in the pantry
eight feet tall and in full business attire
he peered over the door, solemn and lonely.

no one else noticed so i
busied myself with picking the varnish off the kitchen table
creating wood grain continents to call my own.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

i sneeze at least once before going to bed.
dreams of crashing planes and cats that aren't there.
once i was shot and killed on a bus in spain,
i dove into a lake at sunset;
color continuing into water.
and when you slept next to me,
i didn't dream at all.
your sweaty body up against mine;
i couldn't tell if i was asleep or not.

and the next night,
i flew on a magic carpet
to see someone who didn't want to see me.

sheets crumped and pillows askew,
a crack emanates from deep within my spine.
i smile, unable to recall
whether i dreamt of you or whether i lay still
a crow perched on a branch.