Old Joe and a Heavy Crown of Thorns

Nothing ever changes. Not even the name.


“What the fuck…”


“Change would be worth a case of the shit’s’.




Building Seven B

Have you ever watched the world from behind locked doors? Spent the days and nights lost in a drug filled haze? In a murky quiet found absolution from the confession of the soul?

I have…

He was a tall man.  From the discolored yellow socks to the last wisp of grayed hair he would have stood an impressive seventy five inches if not for a stoop.  Years of emotional withdrawal from the world around him had manifested into a passive slumping of the neck and shoulders.  The effect gave the watcher the impression of a passive mouse.  Nonthreatening in appearance the observer could easily dismiss what they saw as a harmless old man.  Someone easily taken as feeble in mind and spirit.
They’d be greatly mistaken.
Only after making contact with his darting green eyes would you truly see the man before you.  A spark of other worldly power flowed in them.  Dark emerald mixed deeply with a hazelnut burst from some alien nebula.  Somehow they expressed both an anger and peace at the same moment.
With a furrowed  unkept tangle  of eyebrow overshadowing the slumping gaze it was not often an individual could intercept his gaze.
No, the only thing most people would see of the face was an insane grin.  A grin that was stretched taught across yellowed teeth, and highlighted by dry cracked lips and the drip of a thick viscous drool.
Even the aperture of the mouth was overhung like the eyes by a disgusting growth of long unruly hair.  These though grew out vulgarly from the nostrils, and to the disgust of any curious spectator often dripped with a condensed collection of snot or mucus.

His name was Vincent, and he was insane.

Falling Backwards

I remember days that lasted weeks. Left alone to many nights at port, to many times on dusty roads.
Mirages appear and disappear like the voices in my brain. Slowly becoming landmarks burned deep into my soul.
Out there somewhere I’m looking for something lost or maybe it’s just something I’ve never seen.
You never know what’s waiting there just beyond what you know.
Crazy ad it is, that’s exactly where I want to go…

In the Shadows

The cold winter night
A cloudless star filled sky
Only naked branches on the trees
The coyote bark and howl from one hidden den
Over the hill another begins their baying
A chorus takes up position
I can feel them closing the distance
Each twisted trunk
Every darkened hole
The night comes to life with slender shadows
Backlit by the northern constellations
Crescent moon trailed close by Venus
The haunting calls of a predator coming closer in the night
But they know to tread softly across my path

On this Winter day

The snow that falls
Lays down its beauty at my feet
Hiding imperfections beneath a frozen cloak
Giving silence to any city scene
Innocence to the tormenting storm
And still the rain do I notice more
With the chilling damp that wets the soul
Leaving colors blurred to gray
Like troubled thoughts on a furrowed brow
Errant drops go rolling down
Pooling into panes of glass
Reflecting back the world above


A high pitch mixing at the upper spectrum of a ringing chime
Sharp tones of metal on metal cutting away through bone and brain
My eyes turn to liquidized jelly
Until the volume of gnashing and gnawing grows
Louder than before a chorus of beetles and worm devour flesh

Daydreams and School work

Alice couldn’t quite understand that piece of information either.
Why did everything have to involve math…




Across the room the sage let out a humourous chortle.


At the Beginning of Each New Day

Along the waters edge where sand and ocean meet
The worlds first words are spoken
By the soft and whispering breeze

It speaks of the many kingdoms
and of ageless palaces carved of stone
The echoing ripples flowing
Splashing playfully upon the distant shores above

Alas the people of the land no longer remember the beauty
Nor can they walk the halls
Time since it has passed deep beneath a sea foam gray

Softly the wind summons back the memory
As the crabs solemnly standing guard lament
And flying high overhead seabirds call out a sullen praise

There at the waters edge where sand and ocean meet

Prayers for Forgiveness

Pull me from the darkness, lift me back into the light
Fill this empty vessel, fill this hole I have inside
Am I worth forgiveness, I can’t make myself believe
Show me that you’re listening and tear this devil out of me