Monday, August 18, 2014

Kerosene II

The day is lost
on the trick
that we believe in hero's
This hand grenade will fly
but nothing makes it worse than the silly little shrapnel we let pierce
our prayer with total absolution

You are the followers
I am the Flavor-aid
Buzzing blues
Steal the day
Contagious fear
is burning down the school house

Protagonist wail
Humming true
Without a cause
Throwing rocks at the death star
Wanderlust stall
Tracers descend
On the crowd
As the plea for the metaphor's to end

Saturday, August 2, 2014


I am fine
I am not a part of a trilogy
I did not write a new best seller
I have no accolades
I am just a vibration on a wire
That tries to find the perfect words

Sunday, April 20, 2014