• The Worst

    The worst

    part

    of

    me

    stood up

    in the middle

    of the last

    episode

    of

    human being,

    in front of everyone,

    and started to explain.

    The geckos

    were

    against

    the wall

    as well

    with all

    their accumulated

    acumen for small

    movement.

    It

    didn’t

    matter to

    the epicures

    of awkward,

    who relished

    their front

    row

    meat.

  • Out of Patrol

    I saw a guy

    named Socrates

    who wasn’t dead

    from one more squeeze

    of alibi.

  • The Fast or the Furious

    Make me believe

    in paradigms

    lost; or Hester

    Prynne me aloof

    in fealty soft.

  • I Don’t Know You

    I don’t know you from the fog

    that wombs and entombs your life;

    but I’d recognize your voice

    in the vanishing.

  • Missing Letters to a Young Poet


    The old words are still

    waiting for the prfection

    of your clue


    to fairer, whether

    or not it’s absolutely

    tru to the bare

    of

    the

    unspoken.

  • After Indie


    Even the broken

    tree is prfict for the wild

    one climbing


    civilization

    not to level with the sun,

    but to feel squend

    light

    through

    the branches.

  • Praise

    Forget the starriness

    of your stone

    and sink

    to

    the

    singing

    of your real

    where no one

    notices, unless they

    feel.

    Dark conversations

    nervous

    the room

    of its pure

    for no reason.

    So

    why

    stay

    in the running

    for an aggrandizement

    of the inevitable

    last

    thing

    in the world

    you can’t stop

    saying you want?

  • Broken

    Filmography

    of sleeplessness

    interrupted

    by dreaming this

    untitled sea.

  • All the Heaven

    All the heaven

    inside of me

    is a question

    of hidingly

    pink endeavor.

  • Ghost Ribbon

    This is an adult poem

    for all the spiders I’ve failed

    to appreciate in time,

    who ink my fingers.