What Crosses My Mind

  • When I Drink

    When I drink faded images appear, silent, moving, attractive filtered visions. When I drink that settled need, gnawing reality quiet departs leaving little love. When I drink, you certainly cannot know me the way, I know I’m sick. When I drink, the fog I seek envelops my soul, blurs drawn energy settles incessant. When I…

  • When the Shutters Close

      We live in normal houses in Midwestern America we are a concentrated, suburban, legacy long after we are gone our worlds will be memory. Lives have been led along facades, frames, fades. We need to recognize in a word, life isn’t what it seems. When I look at you across the avenue I debate…

  • Capital Punishment

    Wait … I’m not ready he’s not ready she’s not ready not worthy not right not exactly operating on all cylinders When we decide upon the finality of death, are we I mean is it our goal would we, could we, do we really want to have that burden in our mind? Every day, we…