(Old)

A tattoo artist of the mind
To swab your brain with alcohol
And prick images of beauty
Onto a yielding canvas of purity
Forever remembered.

Evening Walk Through a Shameless Garden

9pm
10,000 feet high
on a bridge
standing, staring
down
all is still.
Even the first aren't swimming
No birds are singing their gallant songs
and the old man on
the bench stops
pointing his thing at little girls
let me be free
let me go
a hand holding back my dare
a hand pulls me down
a hand inside of me
here I stand
here I fly
how elegant it might be
to splash down
head first
legs last
feeding the lake
the yellow pus
from under my brain cast
and have the animals
suck and coo
until they have had enough
but they wouldn't even know
that they were just invited to transpose
and evil
something
here I stand
here I drown
you won't be back for
three days
the man on the bench scratches his crotch
a fish slaps the water
with it's tail
a bird squawks
as it chokes on a worm and I stand
on a bridge
10,000 feet high
9pm

(Old)

Skeletal wind-spent trees
house your memories
and crystalline pools
don't reflect your beauty-
just shows shallowness
for what it's worth.

(Old)

Molten limestone sea
of iridescence
challenges the moon
while the flight of broken waves
somehow manage
to calm and soothe
on a driftwood throne
pondering a kingdom of
crawling compelling abandon,
Dragging nostalgia
to the shores
of a still repeating mind.
Remembrances, singing to thee.
Your unabashed assail leaves
my pretentious mold broken,
my words and confidence stolen

(Old)

Blessed with innocence
A house made of cards
Unknowing its predestined crash

(Old)

Simple pleasures combat
Complex pains
Trying to extinguish the flames
Blazing in my mind;
A fireball of regrets.
And it’s not all yet-
I’ve still got the gun to load and eat.