Sunday, February 18, 2018

A Warning

NOTICE
to all coal mining associates:

When purchasing your canary,
Be extra certain it was never in the charge of
Phoenix Aviaries.

It would be bad for business. 

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Central Themes

22 Series

22 Stories: Falling Up
Fear + Control

22 Stories: POV
Self

Tav: Future Perfect
Will

Cabal: Climbing the Tree
Fate

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Where Pieces Wait

There is a crook
In my step
I think that makes me
A knight
.
And yet
I have no
Horse
To ride
To battle
To honor
.
Rather
I stand
On my own
Bound two feet
Hopping from thought to
Thought
Like a pawn
In a game
Of
.
..
...
It's
Not
Chess
.
It's not
Checkers
.
It's not even life
It's
.
Some
Thing
Else
.
A
Preparation
.
A
Readying
.
A
A
An
End

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Orchestrated

So many options
Never truly given
Except
The last
One
Golden coin rolled over both
My eyes
Oblong
Distended
Distracted
And stripped

"It's this..." they said,
"Or castration."

O

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Well Bottom Dry

No need to
Try to
Save me

I’ve been pinched into
This lie of a life since
Before I
Was born

We all do the minimal
Maximum we are
Capable of

Which serves to
Drag me through
My days
My nights
My pinions pulled
Lassoed and roped
My only flight
A light scratch of a line
Drawn in the dust
Not even
Sand
Anymore

An ending
Would be
Nice

Monday, November 13, 2017

Paradigm Lift

Aware
Of something
Always
Amiss
I used to perceive my
Reality as
One mind's eye
Covered in gauze
Placed there by
Forces
Un
Known
Until
My eye ate away
One
Then two
Then three
Then more
Layers of illusion
Only to reveal
Yet more layers
Difficult to hold
Difficult to own
Until I realized that
Each layer eaten by my eye
Became a thing to be digested and
Somehow controlled
My vision
My ability to
Perceive
Anything
At all
.
Layers and
Layers and
Layers hooked
Inside and out
Like a network of
Confusion
Fused with
?
Un
Known
.

Friday, November 10, 2017

Dark Draft (Unfinished)

It's been a while since...
I've been in a place like...
This.

Standing. Speaking.
Thinking and observing...
Inside.

Hopeful, then.
Not so hopeful, now.

Merely doing what I must...
Do. To. Clue. You.
In...

On the nothing in my head.

No. Really. It's empty and...
Unaware.
Completely.
Unaware.

Which
Oddly enough
Leaves a razor's edge that
Cuts

And cutting
Oddly enough
Is the subject at hand

Or should I say...
Wrist.