"I've got this killer up inside of me... I can't talk to my mother, (friends, women, coworkers, associates, affiliates, city council, the internets, the homeless or even your mother) so I talk to my diary."

-that Scarface song from Office Space

Euphoric Derivations of Cunnilingus

Twisting accretion beneath the skirt of corona
Corrupting between […]

Brothers in Arms

Not written by me, but the only poem ever written to me and not just by that simple default, the best. […]

Salient of Reverie

Nature’s mistake. He sees no end. […]

Refrain for Ptolemy

I can’t earn my self-decay
Though provision-less, I parley
In the reflecting […]

Diadem of Johnnie Dawes

For years known as “Crown of Dust Sentiment and Refraction” until I made the inevitable decision to title it something obscure. […]

Hole in the World

What do you think;
Shackled,
by wrist on wall
or ankle from ceiling
my […]

The Poem 'Untitled' or 'Left Standing in My Shoe'

“It’s as if, when I’m listening to it, the dick-head on my ear is being rubbed over.” -The Pants-less Scholar […]

Forbidden the Aria

Started while on duty at the “Quarterback Challenge” Kennywood booth in the summer of 2002, finished that night at a local Denny’s on the back of a placemat and summarily given in it’s infant form to the girl I was attempting to have abscond from her eventual fiancĂ©, it has never felt complete and has gone through a myriad of minor changes as my vocabulary expanded, which has perhaps made it better with age. […]

Paean to Acquiescence

The shit from their cages
in stages
Is filling in […]

To Exalt Myself Righteous

…amidst encroaching flash fires, consuming
Condemned, beyond one window falls rain
I’ll […]