An incumbent shadow lurks behind
A reflection of the disillusioned
A chalked outline of a crime scene
A photograph,
enriched with black and white
Static of a tainted televsion screen
Shimmer of a hologram
Shed of a snake's scales
Simplistic in all rare forms
The evaporated tear's remnants
The two-dimentional silhouette
The varient translucent soul
casted by the directional sun.
The street cleaner unnoticed.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Examination

Thursday, May 17, 2012
Drowned

Tuesday, April 17, 2012
National Greeting
Hi, Hello, and Hey. These are the national greetings. Hi, how are you? This is a national greeting that does not expect an answer further from "good and you?" Just "good" is the usual. "Bad," "exhausted," "my brother just found out he has a hernia" is rare in the American culture. People are very impersonal. I, myself am very impersonal. I'll let people dig into my mind, but barely into my emotions. It's the opposite for a lot of people. I mean, those that I do know are emotionally driven. No substance. Merely happy, sad, anxious, angry, distraught. This person said this to me so I felt this way. This person said that to me so I felt that way. Really? The word conversation isn't justified. Then why is it that the national greeting is just a vague response of reality. No one is good all the time. That's, inhumane! Robotic almost.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Eavesdropping
Costumer said to ex-boyfriend: "You're like the worst sperm that came out of you're father's nut sack."
Sales Associate: "That's so mean."
Sales Associate: "That's so mean."
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Me as in I
I'm an adrenalin junky. I thrive on controversy. Investigation is my internal Law and Order.
Roses of Ecstasy

Monday, February 13, 2012
Champagne
Do you know that moment, when time stops, and it’s only you and that person in the universe dueting bohemian rhapsody; every single symbol, every note, every heart beat streaming through the veins of fantasy versus reality. It’s the new reality of time and space within those precious breaks against the river bank. Against the steam boat’s chaotic churns of rapid paint of blues and purples; the color of silence embodies the soul of wonder and loath. The loath of what could be the sea of a twin identity, not me, we, there, everywhere in a land of doubt to the infinity of seconds. Seconds of blossoming beauty we shared in despair. Confidentiality weakens the limbs before the seel crashes and burns the beauty of what was known as a, “low blow,” for what I thought was brilliance ended in resiliance.
Phoenix
His fire is a Bazaar sequins-layered Moroccan belly dancer
caressing the phalanges' tips
The tip of his bishop pulsating
to every stroke of Her hip
The embers brand pulchritudinous
Yes! irony sheds light to the amused Hyena
I am an eye parasite--
A sight sucked inside;
Plush, scarlet lips
The ignite of his semen
Bursts! from creamy vanilla
to salty anchovies--
An occult like the Ku Klux Klan;
Exempt bigotry
Flickering ecstasy
as the penetration devours the walls of Doomsday
The pulse races to His flame
The Sin City front runner equates to two scalding orgasms.
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