WIP (Poem) – Counting down

Two thousand one thousand five hundred none Some shake their sad heads while others make fun All watching and waiting til everyone’s gone Two thousand to one thousand to five hundred to none Two thousand to one thousand to five hundred to none The worst score in the worst game when it’s over and done […]

The product

Harvested from ye olde voice notes: The engine roars and water drips off the back of a tractor trailer as it tips up a hill on the Baie Verte highway and I think this is what it looks like when you don’t have the product, when the product isn’t there Fish spill into an empty bucket […]

Behind My Eyes They are Coming

Many moons old, but effective for what it was. Comeonmotherfuckersyoufuckingpricks Come and get it My teeth are raging spittle My hands are bursting fists At a great distance They are closing in again In the winter night Frozencrystallacerations The snow greets me coldly heh kaff Come and GET IT At a great distance Behind my eyelids I […]


Her eyes are only closed for a moment, it seems, little hands in little fists, little lips cold and closed, her mother standing guard as if waiting for the girl to breathe again, to shed the blueness of death and live warm and safe in arms now slack, exhausted from long nights in the church […]

Last Supper

An import from the old DeviantArt account: In any other place you would sink to the ground and cry your eyes dry but not here – plates and cups clink and the crowd gathers round and says their goodbyes We all search for meaning where none can be found, but you can stand and eat […]