Writing through this malignant growthBorders colliding and radioactive barriers breakdownNeon Tigers cascade, frightening accuracyA brutal approach, the war raging across the lineThe line to the last known princeThe line to the center of the Division BellThe Cast out crowd of recognition and faithWhere the last society is hopelessLove is lost, the people have criedCried out…

I want to drink. I want to drink all the things. I want to drink a 12 pack of anything, just so I can feel something. It’s pure fuckery. I can’t explain it. It just is. I wonder how I get through most of my days. I do the best I can. Between this, crippling…

Collecting memories. The pitter-patter of padded feet, scurrying down the hall. The hall I walked through, taking for granted the frame it provided for my life. A hall with broken glass and broken promises. Standing there empty, vacant; no more sounds, no more life…subtle echo from the whimper in my voice. Voice cracking, eyes burning,…

Spaced out. Cast out. Cashed out. The last hundred grand; contemplative measures. Measuring success. Measuring meaningless victories. Mingled in with failures at the sun hotel. Sleepless nights replaced with vivid dreams. Of him. Of her. Of them. I can’t contend. I won’t. Spaced out. Geeked out. Found out. Glued to destructive ways that measure and…

Still at war. I leverage the sound of the fire fight to fuel my rage. It dissipates. It grows faint…a distant sound where the waterline kisses the amber sky…I grow tired and weak and emptied of emotion. So I close my eyes. I can hear it. Smell it. See it clearly and casually and calm.…

Help me get down. Help me climb out of here. Out into the Wild. Out into the open waves that crash down on my chest. Crack open my ribs and take this broken heart of mine. The rivers run through the streets at night…but you won’t find me there. You’ll find my back up against…

Thank you for understanding. One time recognition. Silent yearning. Until you finally speak up. And say the thing. That terrifies you. For no good reason…it’s reason enough. Sitting in the sun, sitting next to her; sounds of life and love and baseball and borders crossed on an adventure. Finding passion in the unknown. Seeking purpose…

She told me I was her favorite. And I believed her. So I went with her. I walked with her. Over there and over here and back again. In the sun, the radiant sun, shimmering and shining; oh the way it caught her eye. Sunnies never stopped me from looking for more. I could see…

I think I stopped just long enough, the world quit spinning and there was only us. Center of the city, center of my soul; middle of my heart beating with anticipation. Soft. Sincere. Serene. Lost in touch, brief and fleeting. There isn’t enough time in the day to stay and say the things that dance…