Something about loving you,Makes me hate something about myself,And how I wish this didn't sound likeA teenager's Instagram post.
Tag: Humor
The Mountain Inn
The inn seemed precariously placed upon the steep face of the mountain, held in place by a few well-placed beams and a lattice of weather-worn wood. To hear the building creak in the middle of the night was to quietly wonder if this was the day it was to fall into the valley below. Sitting … Continue reading The Mountain Inn
Settling in with the Setting Sun
Her toes curled in her damp socks, drying in front of the little space heater beneath her desk. A cup of coffee-milk (to call it milk-coffee was to stretch towards fantasy) moved around her face: first to her left cheek, then her forehead, over to the right cheek, her lips, and then back again in … Continue reading Settling in with the Setting Sun
2am Denny’s, Backbooth
There's something about 2am Denny's,That I could never put to words,That could obliviate the worst of the night,And give you exactly what you deserve,Like hash browns and eggs to soak up regret,Or a patty melt devoured without reserve(that'll get that taste out of your mouth),Or just something wholesome for your nerves,Like a cuppa, or maybe … Continue reading 2am Denny’s, Backbooth
4:44am, Monday
Breath on the window,Waiting to the last moment,It's fucking cold out.
The Game of Love
I reclaimed my place,The princess of your black heart,By wit and cunning,I am the Conquering Sword,A faithless exile no more. Lost again, have I?To a ronin with no shame,And no sense of pride.So be it, it's your win, now,In this Game of Love, I'm done.
Conversations Online
I struggle to understand people, that’s not poetry, it’s a simple fact, My actions are built upon a framework, steps to accomplish a given task, I’m not a robot, I’m just focused, But when others act without purpose, I confess to feeling robotic and my understanding less than earnest. For example, I have an old … Continue reading Conversations Online
True Necromancy
True Necromancy,Is the greatest skill I teach,For dead speak softly,And were it not for these books,Their wisdom be lost to us. I think my students,Would think these lessons worthy,If only they knew,Our daily poetry books,Were really something magic.
It was a most troubling delivery
It was a most troubling delivery for Godot's Bistro. Clearly, the newest methamphetamines prescribed to his now second-favorite sous-chef did precisely their job in handling their worsening ADHD symptoms by obliterating a sense of general rationality altogether. "I must have... missed a decimal or two on the distributor's tags," the distressed sous-chef exclaimed, breaking out … Continue reading It was a most troubling delivery
Endless Morning Sun
The eclipse behind my mind blots out the sun in imperfect ink droplets, radiating malignant rays of pain. The acrid smell of stale beer mixes with the bitter tang of discarded cigarette butts - a sumptuous bouquet of regret. I want to die, or just lie in bed until the crimson sun bursts from the … Continue reading Endless Morning Sun
Discarded Recollections 