Depravity

It was an old house that moaned and groaned as it’s weight and balance bowed, giving gravity it’s due. The closets went untended during the daylight hours. He was afraid to look and let things lay where they may. Nights always started quiet, but then they stirred predictably sometime after mid. A door cracks, a floorboard creaks, a hinge sqeaks…so very quiet, yet still detectable when he really listened. They all came out eventually. Disgust, fear, regret, disillusion, guilt, anger and dread. As a chorus line of if-only’s danced upon his buried head. By five, madly sleepless…and depravely deprived…from the house ran naked to scream down morning's light.

flail

I didn’t want the rust to gather

to oxidize 

dry 

and devour me.

I didn’t want the sun too bright 

or the nights too dark

Too hot…

too cold…

too long now, too old.

I didn’t want help

Or to be alone

I am,

of my own right,

standing

But frail,

I fall

yet remain

Un atoned. 

TROUBLED SEA

That’s a cold wind blow off that ocean some nights

So sharp

Tear your skin with icy shards

Rippling in the wind like some shred sail

So strong

Your back snaps

Some mast that failed

Gouging the bulkhead

sending a cripple

listing mightily

o’er a troubled sea

into a darkness

to crash on them rocks

so cold and jagged

they fray your soul

gut your heart

spill your blood

back to the waters

that’s right

some nights

that’s just what it can be

desktop

vita

V  I  T  A   

Lamenta

Don’t be looking for linear content here

mi amigo

you left that at the border

you now over

< here.

south of logic

where angry men

carry weapons

cowards run for office

and those in-between

fear for life

a day at a time

time share equity

in an empty promising

high stakes

in a low rent life
you are only

king to the beggars
nothing more

what is safe

faces

what is possible

and we wait

for a blink

game over

give us

back the land, 
gringo

....amigo

vaya con dios,

perro, 
vamos...

 this land

is ours

conquistadores

the rent

Is now due

Amigos…

Way overdue.

y adios.

ad-rift

ADRIFT

IN THE RIFT

BETWEEN

LIFE

AND

REALITY