i have slept. i have been awake. my eyes will never be shut.

i love. you laugh. we ponder. you sink and i drown. not even 

a fishing pole made of tears can lure you back to my florescent 

safety raft. our rafts have been made. of toothpicks. of twigs. of

my emotions. 

those words. oh god those words

"Karen! you cunt!". Oh god that feeling again. Mom and dad yelling. Everytime  my stomach turns into a pit of cherries. He tells her that a shoe rack is a terrible idea. he calls her those words. oh god those words. "dick fucker!". She cries everytime and so do I. I cover my little brothers ears and stuff a sock in his mouth so they dont hear. Last time they did sammy paid for it. No little boy should have to see that come out of his mother. poor sammy so young, so broken.We rock back and forth. I tell sammy its gonna be ok, though I know otherwise. I have to do something i jump up and grab my louisville slugger. I remember when dad gave me that bat he said if I didnt hit three home-runs he would "shove it up my mother's ass" god he doesnt lie. I run out the door and swing blindly I feel that bat hit something Yes I've done it. I look up . Oh no, He ducked, I hit mom. Her head was completely severed. The blood rained on to my fathers head he wiped it off his glasses and proceeded to choke me. We fell to the floor. I saw sammies eyes under the bed he was vomiting. Those eyes were the last thing I saw my father spit on me as he squeezed harder I felt a pressure behind my eyes. They exploded out of my skull now darkness. I take it in with embrace. I see my mothers eyes iam finally home. "Mother I love you."

Weightless thoughts

As my wings spread across the sky I think of you. I smell the autumn in the wind, I taste the earth cutting into my tongue. Sand spreads across the beach of life, bittersweet sparkles in the night. I am every fish, you are every bird. The sun warms, gravity returns, and every atom vibrates. Protons and electrons sing as we enter into the sky.

forecast: gloomy

the rain trickles wet on the windshield, it is wet. the sun is hot, and so are you. You are the reason for the reason of this reason...of this cassette tape.

walking life

Stefan is wondering why lifes shoes hardly fit..but the walk is so long..your toes are your friends and they all have rings except one...who are you..life?

meadows of distain

Dillon is walking through meadows of distain, the sun is the soft side of the pillow, which graces me after long travels...the goose ponders at the weeping willow? 

 together we weep penis erect..nipples defaced we stand broken no consequence for misery. Touch me wont you? I feel my heart beat once,twice,three times, your there but so far in the mist i can't see you through it accompanied by the billowing smoke of my marlboro ultra light. Your motioning with your hands a triangular form. I think maybe its a pigeon or a mountain, but ill just call it alarm.

Hello  friends, 

  Together me and my writing companion Dillon have compiled some of our favorite poems, short stories and general writings over the years. They speak of love, happiness, heart break, disaster, mal nutrition and celestial movement. Dillon and I often ride our tandem bikes to the shore and marvel in the vast existence we occupy. He sings and as I play triangle. Together we compose passionate works of literature..enjoy