A Tool For Every Duel

A Tool For Every Duel

caught looking for corners
in a circular room
splitting atoms with a razorblade
if only the shaking would stop
days saturated with impossibilities
witness an unveiling of spirit
the key to picking a lock
patience and a sledgehammer
a constant duel with entropy
ride on a butterfly's wings
to tumble a mountain of doubt
everything is anything is nothing is something
and so am I

The Waking Hours

The Waking Hours

apocalypse always gets a bad rap
smoking remnants make striking dreamscapes
a letter bomb detonates in my head

REM
weariness stakes a claim
RSVP
happily ever afters leave empty chairs
DOA
the chase culminates with a payoff

stricken awake, limbs contorted
bloodshot badges of battle
the waking hours are for suckers

A Little Something To Start Things Off

Greetings!

I'm guessing that your first visit to my little corner of the blogosphere must be slightly underwhelming. That's right, kids...I live to disappoint. I'm not a prolific writer but every once in a while I'll come up with something worth putting down on paper...or the computer screen.

Whew! I think that's all for now. I'm already winded just from typing those few sentences.

Fun times.