Breakfast Blend

i brewed a carafe of coffee

french pressed

and piping hot

i kept the top removed from the kettle

then turned the corresponding dial

on the electric stove

i leaned upon the venting unit

and stared as the element changed

the sooty slate-like coloring erupted

emerging from faded ruby to

an angry maraschino

i stared


into that pot

listened as the metal strained

as the water burbled and popped

agitated and disturbed

by the vehement calefaction

i let the steam rise to my flesh

observed the bubbles frenetically emerging

dropping the grounds into the press

retrieving the kettle from the stove

evenly applying the scalding fluid

as a small almond head appeared atop

then set aside to bloom


stirring and preparing to steep

i poured the brew into the stainless mug

bending my neck to breathe in the breakfast blend melange of

citrus and brown sugar

i sipped

then gulped

then pounded back

poured another

kept at it til it hurt

felt pain in my chest

heart beating fast and hard

mind turning frantic

paranoia digging in sharp talons

dissolving my gut in acid

i didn’t feel tired the rest of the day

didn’t sleep that night

i made a new pot that next morning

Pioneer Spirits

pioneer spirits

take to the plains once more

you’ve stood your ground too long

seek out


unexplored avenues

scale hills and mountaintops

gaze upon a world spread out before you

taste the unknown

fruits of exploration

toss aside the compass of expectation

pursue the stars of your constellation

let your prairie soul roam free

blaze a trail of your own making

drink deep

the fresh water lakes of opportunity

take root

where your heart finds peace

Neon Souls

flashpan neon souls


the world

electric smiles



amidst the quiet




baring puffed chests in the presence

of deflated gasbags

and disapproving glares


in ecstasy

hot blood flushing their cheeks

blooming roses

in stone gardens



salted soil

screaming life

from the rafters of a deserted stage


to let the curtains be drawn

to be dragged

from the heat of the spotlight

preening blazing pink feathers


in defiance of the stifling mass


threshing commences

elegant flair of a flippant wrist

flailing upon delicate stalks of fruiting grain

beneath the sun is closing

growing dim in the dying days of warmth

drawing shades on another passing moment

greeting the moon

claustrophobic entombment of the granary

no malice

in this action

merely nature

unencumbered by passion or bias


unattached and clinical in approach

Island Heart

she bids adieu

to sun bleached shores

slinking through sand

before sunrise

chilly opalescence

shimmering pale morning light

breathing deep the nautical breeze

gazing off to distant lands

beyond the horizon

far from where her passion lies

shipwrecked heart

tossed unto island seclusion

suffering rays of a sun which

disrupts the darkness

confronting the hidden

alone with herself

her lurid thoughts

billowing foam on the grey matter of

her reality

no longer sure of the distinction

between truth and fabrication

cobbling together a makeshift raft

but too afraid

to christen the patchwork vessel

and mount the waves

too far removed

to trace a signal in the sand

to call out to a passing ship

opting instead

to burn in the sun

drinking thalassic brine

seized by cramps

succumbing at last

to the elements

Brother Julius

tell me

brother julius

of nights spent in the open

beneath quilted darkness

damp heat in the wee hours

lost and ignored in a street lamp solar system

how you wandered deep into desolate

suburban wastes

resting affluence

of noctilucent methane clouds

hanging cold on the edge of night

satin sprawled amidst dead heaven

how you paced past dilapidated store fronts

lost yourself among the faded grandeur of ancient courthouses and mailboxes

stared into the gaping maw of existence at twilight

far from the ethereal glow of a city corrupting the abyssal vastness suspended above

how touched you were


into those shimmering perforations in the fabric of night

how insignificant you felt in those sacred moments

to then retreat

in silence

you slept in graveyards

feeling more at ease with those that no longer drew breath

some nights it would be a plot


sprawled atop a mausoleum

lulled to slumber by insect lullabies


you work a trade

and bought a home

rising and setting with the sun

The Sun in Summer

sanguine summer sun

august above

the minted morass


sweltering heat

humid smog



butter churned rays


saffron and cream

setting in orange


oil paint

vermillion yolk


stretching out wild in

feeble ripples

still waters disturbed

caught beneath

the thrust of




passing on

Where the Streams Meet

echoes in the timid chamber

titian avarice

pulses in wait

preying on fresh drops

to fall from bleating gash

chest wounds

squirming artists

lost in the shuffle

voiding the hole of its precious fluid

purple as

their prose

leaching whatever granules of inspiration


or fermented over time

tigris euphrates

venous arterial

silt stream of


all rivers

flow into one another

depositing debris


these walls are weeping

bleeding wide rivers of tar

hidden beneath waxen weathered paint

how the steam of thick moisture reveals

what’s buried in layers

escapes such furtive eyes

at first glance

will rise

like cream from the belly of

a stagnant pool

assaulting my vision

an affront to good taste

brown strands

cascading in desperation

for an ounce of


perhaps they’ll continue


raining thick noxious vapors

tracing down whitewashed walls

til it floods and

sucks us ‘neath

no matter how much

nor how long

you go on scrubbing

there’s always something

a little deeper

Message in a Bottle

sealed in glass

bottles shipwrecked


washed upon the shores

of dense desert isles

corked in air tight longing to escape

heralding messages


while the tides roll in

receding back infinitely

peer through this

pellucid vessel

marvel at

unknown terrors sunk beneath the waves

hidden horrors buried ‘neath the sand

the fury of the sun

and chaos of the elements

the message endures

as the cracks begin to show

and the water leaks in