As If The Moon

I watched you go by

with all that you were

there before me

in the late night moon

you sat and looked up

as if the moon

had never been there before

the light shined down on you

holding the dark back

I watched you looking

as if you knew it all

and all that was dark

was in your control.



Shattered Glass

When I heard the news

I felt the sun in my heart

It wasn’t there to warm me

It burned a hole in my chest

When I heard the news

I laughed shattered glass

gasped under a thought I couldn’t grasp

And reached for the bottle

When I heard the news

Black and white print

of everything we were

turned yellow

where my ribs met

the weight collapsed

all that was good about the day.







Nothing Common

My head swings

a rapid cutting ball

I do my best

I chew through walls

I want you to understand

I want you exposed

Our blood should boil

I want you to understand

I can not leave well enough alone

because that’s not good enough for me

nothing common usually is.




Stubborn like water

you blow

swirling and pushing

never giving in

drowning yourself in yourself

wearing down or outright drowning

all that the conflict with your ways.

listening to nothing but the tide

the pulling

the raging tide.





Choking the chain

Shattered ice and all the fragments

tiny shards of broken glass

how fragile it all is

walking around with fake heads that swivel

office chairs and the leash

got you

got you

on hold

grinding down

working hard

living for the job.

Barely living for what matters

shattered ice and broken glass

the world is on fire.



Sun On Rocks



There is something to be said

About the

Cold blue ice

The breath of winter

But it’s sunshine

We all seek


You can love the darkness

Sing to the moon

It’s sunshine that warms us

The heat

Of burning madness

The warming of rocks

Beside the cold pine lined water


The sun shines.


winter wash

Bare beyond belief

upon the sand

under the stand of the lifeguard

they sat on an empty landscape

with the breeze blowing

tender to the touch

raw emotions rolled with the waves

The sunlight washing winter away.



If you were born in the dark ages
and I saw first light today
we would still be friends

no space
no time
no status
would separate us

I could call
and you would be there

with a

“how you doing dick face”

loyal like brothers

willing to bury something in the backyard

nothing could separate us
not dirty deeds
rising with greed
not being born in another time

we would be friends no matter what

you could take a baseball bat to that.