It slides in easily.

I slice my knife into your guts so so soft
you were the cause of it's blame
it was determined, you should know
my love is cause enough
So die, fuck,
you know why
you are a jazz musician
and took my girl.

Just gone…

Your tears ran down my back,
it tickled, I would have laughed
most times.

Why am I not laughing,
we shared something
now gone. Where does it go,
not to someone else,
is it just hung until
the next heartbreak.

Is this we speak of only for pain,
can anyone feel this.
Hope not, this hurts like hell,
worse than, well maybe
physically but I’m, no in time
thinking, mental hell.

I was kicked in the the face,
beat up and pulled away,
left astray,
So I took a little walk,
And ended up at the boulevard,
And as I glanced back at the road I had walked on,
I was amazed as to how far from home I had come from,
So I stared the city in the face,
And once more I was amazed,
To realize how much society had lost its grace,
It was never that hard to keep a steady pace,
But no one will raise a voice in this fake place,
So I carried on,
To this day I walk on,

All these thoughts are nauseating
Even the mirror gets sick of apologies

This time I will not let myself be absorbed
Into a dry sponge of self-pity
Logic found a place in my insanity

Your platitudes don’t ease the soul for a moment
As I lose consciousness in my mind’s maze

Finding faith in the abyss of lingering skepticism
Reflecting on yesterdays filled of travels
This is where I have gone and who I have become

Man! I've got a gassy dog,
a dauchund shaped just like a log,
who likes to lie about and fart.
He's got it right down to an art.

Silent but deadly is his way
(he could run a skunk away).
Maybe it's a sign he's older;
his gas has gotten worse and bolder.

All the walls are now off-white,
no longer are they pure and bright,
but we save on insecticide.
The bugs that don't die run and hide.

air of shit
these words ache
like a slap burn
and crawl

crawl back to you
pull your soul up
hide your heart
the darkness starts

the dream rips
shorn
the handful of scream

your just falling
crystalline vision
sucked through
that vortex

bitten like a finger
through the hammer
and the gun
say you want to feel
the sun

Lick it
a hurt buried
like a rotten
fallen house
of cards

I compare you to a mirror’s edge.
you are cunning, as you are cutting.
You are longing to distort my image.
When rough is what is in you,
Ah! The pain I cannot long contain.
When you are smooth and beguiling,
Glistening in the moon light, my soul,
My soul shall take heed of your reflection
And fly from your deceptive presence.

I shall compare you to a still water’s edge;
Like a pale reflection of the night sky,
You do not show your depth and power.

she peeks out from candlelight

into the shadows cast about

concrete chamber walls

silhouette blends

fades disappears

appears again

her tepid tears

fill a chalice

as she urges me

with silent taunts

to stain these

paper altars

with verse

SOGNSVANN WALK

Shy smile,
passing young girl,
wide view,
lazy dog walking,

a beer top,
dripping branches,
ploop in a dark pool,

leaves gathered
floating
edge of the lake,

a lacy condom
hangs,

mossy stones
slippery,
roots like steps,

the sudden rush
of a squirrel up a nearby
fir tree,

a cormorant sitting silent
at the end of a wooden pier;

the cry of a bird of prey

one leaf dances down,
glancing on branches
as it falls,

All night long
I stay awake
Eyes on the screen
I read them all
Posted pieces
They dance around
Some short and long
Rich in content
Varied in structure
From free verse
In feet and meters
Rhythmic heart beats
A fusion of words
In hearts of men