200 poems

I have a file on my computer of 200 unfinished/unpublished poems. Not that the locations of my mostly self-published works are of great notoriety, but I’ll take what I can get – even if self-created. I mean, I am (quite literally some-times) a starving artists. But that’s not true, and who gives a shit anyway […]

Accepting the Guilt: for DUMMIES

When your will is reduced  To a limp palm frond And your motivation Lies lifeless  In a pool  Of its own blood – Lacerated wrists, Tire eyed relief, Broken face and Punctured eardrums – It may be time To concede: You can no longer outwit  Your cerebral deficiencies Or  Stave off your last goodbye                                                                      […]

All of it, Bone

A vacancy occupies  this cavernous cavity: where heart, lungs,  and stomach, as well as other functioning organs, would typically be;  but what exists is – this space –  an empty location.  And in your head placate voice: a voice you’ve assigned a name. This name plants interferences in an attempt to protect your delicate sensibilities.  […]

If not, I would have cried myself to sleep – again.

(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 […]

Fog of Mirror

A threshold-less door And a story retold, But I always knew It was always you. My superpower is: My comforting nature – I am a baby-blanket In the hands of crisis.  I’ll wait – I’ve waited: And if there is no rush To complete anything,  Then I have the time.  And today I was there: […]