Desolation aftershock.  this is where they would film the next end of the world movie if they wanted concrete splinters on a triumphant bed of glass shards.

Desolation aftershock.  this is where they would film the next end of the world movie if they wanted concrete splinters on a triumphant bed of glass shards.

Firey Island

Edgy pigeons circle my lonely picnic,
filling with expectation, trying to be casual,
like seagulls, but their eagerness

changes the air from sultry to oppressive
Firey Island
Edgy pigeons circle my lonely picnic,
filling with expectation, trying to be casual,
like seagulls, but their eagerness
changes the air from sultry to oppressive
This is where landscapes crumbleThis is where dreams get swallowed wholeThis is where the bitter tangoThis is where I say good-bye 

This is where landscapes crumble
This is where dreams get swallowed whole
This is where the bitter tango
This is where I say good-bye 

the dossier of my discontent can be found mixed with sand and broken glass.  you hope your bleeding feet will leave a trail, oblivious, as always, to the agenda of the ocean.

the dossier of my discontent can be found mixed with sand and broken glass.  you hope your bleeding feet will leave a trail, oblivious, as always, to the agenda of the ocean.

the ocean is flirting even though infinity peaked for me ages ago.  the sand ressssures me this is not true and offers me a shovel to prove its point.

the ocean is flirting even though infinity peaked for me ages ago.  the sand ressssures me this is not true and offers me a shovel to prove its point.

Indifference is heavy:
A blurry accolade,
A cavalcade of smashups,
A diaphanous wind,
A splendiferous aside.
On the side of the road
An unfiltered torrent of ruinous fumes smothered my course,
A welcome blindness.

Indifference is heavy:

A blurry accolade,

A cavalcade of smashups,

A diaphanous wind,

A splendiferous aside.

On the side of the road

An unfiltered torrent of ruinous fumes smothered my course,

A welcome blindness.

hopelessness waits with assumptions. my discontent fronts with the threatening stance of a fighter looking for something to hit.  you diffuse the threat with the vagueness of your recollections.  and the moment becomes just another outline. yet again, i am out of filler.

hopelessness waits with assumptions. my discontent fronts with the threatening stance of a fighter looking for something to hit.  you diffuse the threat with the vagueness of your recollections.  and the moment becomes just another outline. yet again, i am out of filler.

i’ve become a silhouette, caught between the hours of doing and the long days of dreaming. 

i’ve become a silhouette, caught between the hours of doing and the long days of dreaming.