I’m not waving, I’m drowning

They stuff large quantities of food in their gaping mouths, jamming it in without thought. Continuing on like the entitled, pampered, spoon-fed children they never grew out of. These people, these overgrown self-important animals with unwarranted pretentious confidence, and egos unfit for the halos they borrow from the hat racks of the pragmatic. They have … Continue reading I’m not waving, I’m drowning

Peacocking Through Time

My defiance is one of many bulwarksI ostentatiously boast whenMy cloak isn't relevant.Part of a pseudo-diabolical guide-Inherited from my ancestors-To fool myself and others,In order to remainEnigmatic.There's a fractured lineScribbled in black sand,That vaguely bisects us fromWho we are andWho we pretend to be.An ambiguous grey area,That rests just below eye level.We're all denizens ofThis … Continue reading Peacocking Through Time

Just One More…

He hears laughter in her cry's. Blood drapes the floor in utopian shades. Her cry's transcend into ambivalent shrieks. A lifetime of worries suffocate his sanguine dry mouth. Tremors ensue, the bottle beckons. One more drink, and he'll be done. Rescued by his flask, he steadily holds her, shedding whiskey infused tears. Swaying into promises … Continue reading Just One More…

Dancing in Peanut Butter (revised)

 The air smells like gasoline, his thoughts burning from the buzz. He’s on-the-nod, broken from all the dead end jobs. Humanity becomes quietly tolerable. He finds a park bench to sink into, slouching toward another false freedom only he understands. Clouds fade to black, his eye lids convert to an anchor on his soul. He’s … Continue reading Dancing in Peanut Butter (revised)