The vengeance of a too small hat
Making your head look big
And you look childish

The transience of a Ralphs coupon
Printed on the back of a receipt
So easily discarded

The penitence of a death row inmate
So sad and hopeless
Yet earnest

The patience of a writer
Behind on his deadline
Writing poems instead

The virulence of a politician
Casting blame
Demanding power

The annoyance of a barking dog
Sharp, piercing bursts of sound
Cutting through the air

The pollutants of this text
Implanted, now in your mind

A Waking Dawn

Night now thunders the lost dawn's wake.
The skies resist the light's embrace
As sapphire clouds of troubled times
Climb silver curtains of dew enshrined.

They face the sunlight in the air,
Fight to shatter beams whose arms ensnare.
The shrouds release the film of self
And so their form begins to melt.

In solemn tears that kiss the land
The dark retreats, his shield disbands.
The spears of light pierce far and wide
In jagged beams that pierce his side.

Thus he falls to terror's rise.
The day declares his swift demise,
And in the shadow's last embrace
Dawn now thunders the long night's wake.
what if there are only two types of graffiti;
your name and rebellious art?

what if my picture of silence
resembles two surgical gloves
approaching a heart?


We'll map our future by tracing the path our veins take
From our hearts to our hands and back again.

Hold my hand until the creases on our palms align
Where the future, past and present, like our fingers intertwine.

And our bodies burn and drip like candle wax onto each other's skin
Like melting clocks, we share this one eternal night.

a moment

I am met at the crossroads
By a moment I do not know--
Taken aback, at last,
This is the reason for my travels.

I gaze into the invisible horizon.
My mind reaches further than my sight
Imagining the continuation
Of each road.

This one is the one that I shall travel.
It is not easy, for it leads into my soul.
Into darkness and shame and anguish,
But it is not... at least not.

I believe
The greatest action a person can aspire to
Is to look at truth and accept it

I believe
This is a thing many spend their lives
Fleeing from

I Wish You Could See What I See

I once saw a blind man who wandered to the sea.
He climbed mountains, he crossed deserts,
He walked where none could see.

Days he spent in solitude, nights he spent alone,
Stars could never be his guide
To lead him safely home.

Strange things happened in his wake, wherever he would dwell,
Strange things men are loathe to say,
Once they bid the man farewell.

I came upon his path one day,
Or perhaps he came to me,
One autumn-shaded evening,
As we gazed upon the sea.

He turned to me and held my gaze the way only blind men can.
He took my hand with gnarled grasp
And softly he began.

His tale was deeper than the seas he swam
Older than the mounts he crossed,
Darker than the world he lives,
And bleaker than the price of loss.

I cannot know how long I stood when his tale had reached its end
I did not see him walk away,
Nor even comprehend.

But once departed I still heard the final words he spoke,
They echoed faintly in my ears
Even as I woke.

When he left he whispered as his face remained serene:
"And now you see what I see
When I close my eyes and dream."

Wilderness Song

The roads may overgrow with ivy,
Weeds push up through unkept concrete,
Thistles wind and bind our heartstrings,
Just know, I love you wildly

When lions roar beneath our breastbones
And wildebeests roam, no want for home,
Claws will clash to self-preserve
Still know, I love you wildly

When waters dry and winds would parch us
When storms arise and threat to drown us
When our own hearts would but deceive us
Do trust, I love you wildly

As years trod on through desert wasteland
Feet, mind, and heart reach dull complacence
When wounded sleep would overtake us
Recall, I love you wildly

Star Power

I want to pressurize Grace McConnell

You heard me right, I said pressurize

Visit our pink blog at

And don't blame Einstein for the atom bomb

Blame MacArthur for preaching us stagnant

And this city for letting apathy run rampant

Visualize the change you want, and then become bored of it

Throw a hissey fit

Watch movies on your laptop until you brain turns to

Another distraction and time filling noisemaker

Subtle blade and incipient life taker

Ignore the hard questions - sell all your possessions

Go ahead, waste your life, I dare you

Is there really an alternative?

To A Friend

Meaning runs riot in a center-less world
I've lost the rhythm of my mind
I see so many others in directionless blurs
Seeking solace we never can find

Dear child of darkness in manifold thought
Trapped in sight and reverberating sound
No knowledge that by the same fears we are caught
Alone our struggle abounds

Up and down and all around
But in the silence I can't hear the sound
Of the gentle pleas you scream aloud
In the tremors of the vacuum's shroud

Alone with the sound of your beating heart
Though the crowd pulses against the walls
We can find the finish if you let me start
Even if we start with a crawl

So stand tall dear child against the roar
We don't have to be alone
We'll make an end where never before
Have they felt the blood of this war

Love & the 80's

I want to be the Molly Ringwald
to the John Hughes inside you

and inspire you to death.