The Cube

Inside…reside inside…


…inside the dominion

of six slabs composed

of imposing concrete

The two opposite each other

inch incrementally

Wish they would

grow apart

but no


A chain attached to each

Well within

reach but why

would I, the date

they meet



Seemingly sporadically

the slugs sprint


then resume



There was

a time or two

ground gained rapidly

impending doom

I was helpless

I am helpless

Inside the cube

Fucking Up, Generally

I’m fucking up

Conscious of it

as it happens, can’t stop it –

like a hiccup


Everyone waits for the person

who has a bad temper to self-destruct

It’s amusing, entertaining

Fodder for senseless chatter



I fucked up my coffee

Sipped its bitterness

Sugar packets slipped me

Rather remiss


Fucked up in traffic

An insomniac does not have

The most reflexive reactions

Rear-end you and drive away

No insurance to pay


Fucking up various

admissions tests. Maybe a Bachelor’s

is my pinnacle. Severely cynical.

I’m soulless. No one has ever asked me:

What’s gotten into you?


I’m fucking up, so now I’m collecting

coins off the floor. Someone comes

I posed my ready question

“Hey, have you seen my phone?”


I’m fucking up. I think I’m malnourished

People tell me with eyes

of uncertainty

to not get discouraged.


Straightforward paths

unite against me to form a labyrinth

Every molehill is a mountain

Errors increasing exponentially

I’m fucking up, essentially

Destination: Destiny

All destinies are glorified

Arrivals leave some mortified


Most of the remainder,

recoil as they near

destinations that are becoming

increasingly clear


All journeys are painful

to some extent. A dent.

No matter the lot, the car

will drive into a Scar.


No destiny is sealed like letters.

If you are dealt cards


you are a bettor


Destiny awaits things unrelated

to the individual who thinks

he makes it. Destiny is

like a rapist: Just take it!


All destinies are glorified

Arrivals leave some mortified

Sky, Inspire Me

Lasso around a cloud

makes a balloon – and string

held by an animal


Over the shoulder carry

a dream found, captured.

My dream is not a slave.


Parading around town.

Navy blue sports jacket

Jeans the color of bats


Bare feet connect my dream

to concrete plan, concrete.

I’m just the medium.


Now, once upon a night

I thought ambitious thoughts.

I went to the garage

and found what I had sought


I spun it over head –

spun like propellers, fast.

Blue bike popped a wheelie,

caught meaning as it passed


Nights long, fasting – feasting

on quick ruminations,

the things that make blueprints.

Write while weight is erasing


Drift ever so lightly, heels scrape the ground

Carried by my comrades – I love you guys

Rising. Rising.  I weigh nearly no pounds

Take off for good with propulsion of sigh


My dreams, you see…are attached to me

My neck is where they latched on to…breath (?)

Pessimist's Poem

In this world

I am alone when distraction is longed for

Timid when outgoingness is called for



I am a heartbeat away

from capping off the worst life



Slipping into a sedentary habit

Indifference is quite biased

against living



I used to be a participant

Lollygagged for many calendars

And now…?


Trying to resist menial work

Jumping high, fingers on the edge

Curl them, pull up and fall again


Cannot commit suicide

My instincts bar me

from murdering myself


So, I am trapped, yes?

Head hung, bowing to the moss

on bricks


Some around me

pretend to be

living as who they were not meant to be



on the other hand

have given up the sham


The hope is the croak

of the frog itself


I tell an optimist this:

Go fuck yourself


I consist

of consciousness – that’s it

A sorry life, excuses flow profusely

Despair dares to pursue me

Seeks me incessantly

Looks under the bed, in the closet

in the most secluded chambers of my mind, hiding silently

Found frequently, maimed more

Compelled to purchase pain in store

Takes me like the tide

Fingers clawing at the sand…

Words of Encouragement 

Unloved, friendless, resentment

Unoccupied, complacent, tormented by the past

Weak, anemic, swaying crazily as light breeze passes
Diminished, discouraged, decimated
Inarticulate, unwise, revolting reflection

Shameful, embarrassed for existing in this state
Competed, defeated, crumbling

The Dullness of Days

Mundane Monday. Clock ticks lethargically.

Look outside and see a snapshot of laboring.

Anguished face angled back. Sobbing silently.

A bathroom light illuminates a spirit caged.

Stepping back into the world wholly collected.

Toiling away in a cycle unbeatable, unstoppable.

Wearing self-destruction.

Timer reads: ??/??/????

Random Pt. 15

I am frank, no relation to Ann Frank

Flash a smile so sly it bleeds deception

King of Hills like Bobby, Peggy, AND Hank

Strutting around with a caged erection
Groaning loudly at shameless race baiting

Laughing out loud at feigned sincerity

After school there’s only awkward dating

Pretext gone, now awaiting rarities
Adopting solitude, loathing weekends

Fixate on something or face a crisis

Could be dire to disrobe from pretense

Asking in circles: is this what life is?

Note the irony of being alone
We’re all with you 🙂
Everyone is alone!