
Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
You wanted it… you just had to get, you begged for it: a piece of me… and then, that was it – I did accept, the invitation sent, maybe ungraciously… I showed up one day, remember? when the skies were grey, guess you hadn’t been, expecting me… but there I…

Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
Would you be, any fonder of me, if I suddenly chose, to start listening? Would you decide, to more deeply confide, the darkness behind, your odd eccentricities? Shall I unbind, this heart of mine, lay it down on your table, where the other parts lie? I suppose you’d prefer, if…

Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
Now I lay me down to sleep again, in the grips of a dread that I slumber within, the same unforgiving and cramped position, wound up mentally and the ratcheting begins, the memories and tragedies flood fatally in, my body won’t sink and my mind only swims, things I regret…

Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
Shitty tattoos,Absent front tooth,Alcohol infused,Jaw flapping,Knuckles rapping,Air leaking through,Big brown eyes,Telling nonstop lies,You’re fucking high,Unclean,Unforeseen,Not enough miles between,That stinky lifestyle,The steaming shitpile,Rusted turnstiles,Nothing worthwhile,I lost too,Much to you,It’s all bled through,The truth,Fire country,Attention hungry,Back full of monkeys,There’s no saving you,You’re too far beyond,Slithering, And talking long,There’s no fixing you,You built…

Originally posted on Mocking Bird Down:
The trappings we drag, for the overnight stay in the damp, dark, cold to the touch; parts of the hell that we personally designed just for moments like these; when the world feels too small for how much we don’t feel.
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This is deeply intriguing. In the vein of all great poetry it pulls you in towards what seems like a great secret but then quickly passes you off again into a labyrinth of mystery, allusion, possibility, suggestion, implication, fear, hurt, glory and all that stuff. I love what you do and I hope you know how good you are at it. Wonderful.
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Tut tut, Master Poet…you humble me.
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Haha 🙂 I just love this feeling your work creates of ‘knowing precisely what you mean, but never quite’
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You intuit much more precisely than most, then. ☺
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Maybe. Sometimes it’s just a ‘wavelength’ thing, I think, where people just somehow seem to ‘get’ each other instinctively. 🙂
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