burn away,
ashes made;
on my #knees
but not to pray.

bonfire blaze,
shadows parade;
banshee screams,
my hell defrays.

as fires raze,
new truths display;
cross purposes,
ignite to incinerate.

flickering remains,
smolder shame;
pyre of prior pain,
burns life away.

a thousands poems,
and none are for keeps;
words vacate,
and the writer retreats.

infinite possibilities,
themes always repeat;
hidden meanings abide
by writer’s mystique.

poet becomes distance,
his vanishing point complete;
a galaxy of lines align,
a thousand poems deep.

ravenous caravan,
carnivorous ravine;
sullen sunk inside,
a suicide obscene.

terminal impersonal,
fate opaque rendering;
decimate the divide,
a harbinger deceit.

darken corridors,
cornered corners careen;
fatal dream fantasized,
relays an endless ending.

a cheering, adoring crowd,
cheers so god-damned loud;
they could thank you later
but they thank you now.

say you should be
“so damned proud,”
but this here is not now;
they weren’t there
when quiet got quite profound.

when your pain
was under plow,
when brokenness
wasn’t allowed,
when your firewall
screamed “burn it down!”

you are lost but found,
now bound in crowd;
they’ve never seen you
under surreptitious shroud,
a prisoner to every vow;
but what the hell,
they cheer for you now.

vacation
in a vacant
space, relate
to an empty hollow.

take up space
where loss
appreciates,
live by a motto.

no power
can reinstate
the replaced,
a take away that
waits to be followed.

outside
pearly gates,
time is a
born on date,
fill it up with
emptiness swallowed.

goblin in me,
gobbling internally;
gettin too large to see,
gobbling up fataly;
fueling nervous
frailties, severing
never nerve indices;
pain reigns to please,
goblin gobblin up defeat;
out takes taste savory,
plain to see,
night lost without
brave brevity;
gobble goblin frees
human debris.

insincere
disappear,
gone but
not forgotten
souvenir.

hold on dear,
held on too long;
her presence
perseveres.

a lottery won
via shear
atmosphere,
an apparition
apt to interfere.

our falling out
so cavalier,
a loss so severe;
her ghost haunts,
perpetually revered.

sacrificial
souvenir,
it’s hold is clear;
she appears
to always be here.