fringe selvedges

Fighting through
Is the angry, you
Never knowing –
What to say, or do.

Breaking through
Is that sense, of you
Signifying –
Your hidden, true.

Torreon, MX – 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