spiders and a corncob

Where a lawn used to flourish

now grows a weed forest.

Within the forest a collection of trash,

and empty liquor bottles decorate dead grass.

My fascination lies beyond the weeds,

an old abandoned house beckons to me.

With promises of secrets and dark treasures to be found,

I jog through the jug graveyard, up the stairs I bound.

I glance through one of its broken eyes;

I see spiders and used syringes inside.

The front door of this structure is missing its knob;

The hole now filled with a half rotting corncob.

Okay, so, this place is creepy as fuck.

I love to explore but I won’t push my luck.


playing with words again

Scream no one can hear

Come undone no one can see


Dream screams; no one hears,

they’ve lost their ears.

Stab wounds, there is no blood,

no scars, no love.


Why, why, why.

Do you think you

need to know why.


Spread your arms, flap and run,

perhaps you will take flight, like a penguin.


I am a balloon. I float above the town, a renegade.



Beer, wine and a bottle of whiskey.

Marlboros, a joint, just you and me.






No smiles, just tears, no hope, just fears. No, no, no, no, no…


featured image by BLT

The Un-Family

Family                 a fantasy            of love.

Untrue                 this fantasy        of family.

Cloudy                 my memories     as a child.

Loyalty                misplaced           a lie.

Trust                             this family           no more.

Exit                      this illusion         any door.