Monday, November 30, 2015


Spinning vinyl 
Your words are whispers 
Between the lines
Each track scratches 
Im under the hatchet 
hoping for a quick death 
prayer every breath 
crying for a way 
I've run fast enough 
yelled loud enough 
and I'm down on my knees 
In the mud on these local trails 
But what it entails 
is a death inside 
a breakdown again 
this is my last chance 
I reach for the wind 
regret all my sin
i open the door 
and I let you in 

I'm empty 
it's ok 
I'm waiting to be filled again
with stuff that's new
more like honey
more like rain 
smoother than coffee 
deeper than pain

Mother, Father

I'm related to you 
Your blood boils in my veins 
Your hurt runs in small pipes 
Hydrating me 

I'm related to you 
They say I've got my fathers eyes
I see you in my compromise 
They hear you when my words are wise

I came from you 
I run from all your reckless motions 
I carry rivers, your emotions 
Each and every heavy notion

You're my father 
They say my eyes just have a look 
my days are written in your book 
I threw away the pain and took 
Something lighter 

You're my mother 
I didn't really ever breathe 
then you walked in, rocked me to sleep 
You wake me every morning 
to watch the sun bringing relief 


goddamn, it burned, and i let go
of the fiery heart that you once knew 
it sang like a bluebird 
it crowed like pan 
it's colors were painting all over your plan 
but your eyes were angry 
when I let it grow 

goddamn, it shook, so I shut it down 
it cracked like an earthquake 
it howled like the wind 
it tossed and turned, didn't let me win
but your eyes, annoyed 
when I let it breathe 

goddamn! it hurt, so I closed the door 
did you see the blood? 
it cried like a newborn 
and cursed like a sailor 
it yelled like a angry, forgotten teenager 
and your eyes were sad 
when I let it die 

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

August 20

Any time my love 
I'll listen to those rants 
About your out of of order rubble 
Your unordinary mother
Your insanity that hovers 
I'll listen to those talks
About the practical approach 
As if your father will encroach
On your up and coming views 
Any time my love
Anytime I'll listen 
To the courage that's inside of you 
The world you're barely breaking through 
The words are running out of you 
And you're becoming see through 

Thursday, August 13, 2015


is the same 
it is different
the second story of this building
the second story you were telling 
is when i forgot to be interested
I was really interesting 
when I told you I am 22
and I am just now breaking through
everything will resurrect
You said I'm resurrecting you

Wednesday, August 12, 2015


I fished you from the stream
water in the canteen 
I saw you in the flaw
of a swinging southpaw
I heard you in the sound 
of Keith Green on vinyl 
I knew that it was final 
when you said goodbye

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Navy green & ocean blue

I've walked this path 
when my jeans were muddy 
my wounds were recent 
and I reveled in my disasters
flaunting every cast and cut
the sun would sink when I woke up 
I've walked these rocks 
When the smoke was thrilling 
my phone was dead
and your dad had said 
you had to leave 
but we left a trail 
your sister cried 
we tried to hide 
and slept in the back yard 
under the moon 
clothes still wet
navy green 
& ocean blue 
I always felt 
more real with you 

Fourth of July

You had the look 
of a wounded animal 
red, white, and blue 
blood, bone, and bruise  
we hadn't spoken 
since the stars & stripes 
the beginning of time 
since I made you and raised you 
and gave you a name 
twinless & sinless 
gunpowder grey 
no one can see this 
nobodies business 
the bunkers you're in 
shrapnel is buried 
under the skin 
green gold desire 
mortars light up 
flowers of fire 
under the sky
we chose to be smaller 
you'd rather have pain 
your smile, insane
your plane touches down 
on American plain 

Sunday, January 11, 2015


seems it's going 
iron heart 
pound stubbornly 
grit is the feeling of
fighting to hide
the trouble inside
reeling like the riptide 
I am shambles
I am gold 
lean into the hands that hold 
I am glass
I am here 
color in the atmosphere