Maybe you were right – Right there at the end – An impersonal engagement as Each other’s wall peg. Perhaps my ideals Antiquated as your Bloodletting rituals, And the vestige Of self-respect And decency That remained for me, Refused to settle As your relegated Whipping post to be. I am…

(excerpt from Stratus Portal: a book by Matthew Bailey and Ryan Jerome Stout) The path reveals itself, almost mystically — a slight tear in the space/time fabric, an interdimensional hangnail rift exposing the beginnings of whatever lies behind a canvas covering a nonexistent moment’s prior dimension. Where the ornate wrought iron fence meets the concrete base loosens, as if […]

I don’t know shit, but… Years ago Ben  Would egg me on to do things  people  Should not do – Like wait till I was 30 drinks deep  and Dare me to free climb a 3 story building.   We  Both knew we could  so therefore, We did – Actualize our potentials  by satiating an Untouchable […]

Look at this night’s bloated passed out sky – It barely breathes: this sky’s a blacked out  Bukowski dream. A body-bruised dream  Trapped beneath a waterbed’s stale wretch.  Buk’s comments of grotesque eloquence Interlace macabre’s beauty through his guttural utterance To celebrate the intransigent nature of his personified sky: A black and blue’d mascara smeared […]

Gray – a theoretical color – Lives in your strata-yellow eyes: While I sit in your waiting room, Eager for my demise. Upon reflection, I should have been meaner. (a boss years ago gave me some advice: “don’t let an asshole make an asshole out of you, so…) My pacifism  Served me passively.  And merely […]