3 of 500 is
15 hundred,
and twice minus
Half Of’s an
equal sign.

300, 4 times is
(minus ate hundred), and
600 thrice =
negative
two hundred.Read More »

I want to survive so bad
that I could take a pill that takes
away desire to live if it
would give me the strength to get by.

And perhaps I shall.

But I only know of one of those,Read More »

I remember drowning
in waves,

how God knelt upon the sea
and placed a gift behind me,

and my anxiety,

of what was inside and whether
it could keep me alive,

but I did not want
to squeeze the package.Read More »

On rare occasion,
I wave tasty topic
after tasty topic Read More »

Her scent entices

I’d risk chill for first tender

fragrant breeze of March

(feat. in The Lanthorn)

pound
on
the pavement
poundRead More »

Storms

kissing me
cold
selfishly,
intoxicating liar

the bottle is my
unfaithful partner

and I am her
abuser

By six years of age,
one ought to know some basic lessons,
like, “Not a peep ‘til the teacher calls
on your raised hand.”

I knew this lesson.
Berez did not.Read More »

Is music sex?
And is sex love?

See, I am charged; I am impassioned.
I’ve an energy, this channel.
Still, I have an age to me
you may not live to know-

I may be set ablaze, but I’m old,
at least inside my soul.

I’ve a sadness,
an emptiness,
but it isn’t that my eyes are vacant.

No, emptiness isn’t a hole; it’s a mass.
It has heaviness, and it has weight;
It has substance.
And fingernails!

It clings to the walls of my heart, just like staplesRead More »