Posted in poetry


gaping gasping fish, dripping
occasionally over mediocre
show me how pretty you are.
mucus eyes roll blindly up
to see if they appreciate you,
jump back up, strike a
pose in the whipping air.
where things are shiny
pearls put to use
gold and watercolor,
crystal sounds.
I wasn’t made for sound
and singing, and cameras,
and laughter
and laughter that urges me on.

Posted in poetry


My friend.
My most
Wonderful, beautiful
Friend. I love her,
(Less than she deserves.

My friend! She is
A brown-eyed bee,
A metaphysicist. The
Devastating edge of a solar flare.
Twenty billion blistering neurons
Warm as a crackling smile.

I don’t understand numbers.

I tag along, a lumpen piece of
Broken machinery, built from
Anti-climax and double-helices,
Mirrors that shattered.

She’s a muse in oils on a cathedral wall,
Glowing at me. I glitter it back in
Fractals. I tremble in terror when she is
Silent. She could
Annihilate me at a word.
She is kind.)

She is kind.


(this is my own damn blog and I’m allowed a bad poem sometimes.)