I am a raging poet,

my inked hatchet

flesh wedging a spray of bloody

word foam onto the triage

of paper,





a torrent of liquid emotion,

wrenched thought spasms

corrugated prisms of mind swell,

and when I have wrought and reaped,

stretched my filigree soul over

a brittle weave of yellowed paper,

soaked the pages with philosophical blood,

crimson views of humanity, caramelizing

the sticky pages together,

a pungent weld of glory and desperation,

my wife looks it over and says,

“Yeah, cool.”


Don’t forget to check out my project on

Sorry, Charlie on Kickstarter


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