Walk it Back
Moving through The old sense, of you Is distinctly – And disturbingly True. Manhattan, NY – March, 2018
Moving through The old sense, of you Is distinctly – And disturbingly True. Manhattan, NY – March, 2018
I see what I fear And fear what I think By waiting on nothing Except a fate – That won’t blink. Val D’Isere, France – March 2018
Wondering, wholly Interested By the fracture – Of a wish Assembled slowly And arrogantly Inside a painters – Delicate, dark swish. Louisville, KY – February, 2018
I sleep, awake Where I cannot Just break The now, in omnipresent The present, so effervescent That it shatters The pretense Of my fake. Garcia Ranch, Vero Beach, Fl – February 2018
I can’t mind, my outside That speaks, To its sin Without breaking My Human That screams, From within. Manhattan, NY – February, 2018
Breaking through The pain, of you Defends its anger Into – A fearful knowledge Of the now, That’s true. Windham, NY – January, 2018
Smothered – Dark and cold In the rigid pinch Between now, And old. San Francisco, CA – January 2018
The crossroads, of anger The sadness, of hate The wish, for forgiveness When alone – With your fate. Grand Rapids, MI – December, 2017
I seek dark direction Coming not, from inside But the visceral, reaction To the now, in my stride. New York, NY – November, 2017
Marking us quickly We run back, To the end In a race, to revert To our hope Of pretend. Santiago, DR – November, 2017