Technical Writing & Random Thoughts

 

Old (& not particularly good) Poetry


The Brutality of Youth - The First Words :1991-1994
Vanity - Product of a Public Education :1995-1998
The Resident Muse - The Coffeehouse Era :1999-2000
Post Education - The Hardcore Haze :2001-2002
Overworked - Reflections On A Lesser Existence :2003-2006
Daily Missives - The Poem of the Day Collection :2005-2007
Sweet Dreams And Other Fictions :2008-

 

12 Situations I dreamed last night 
of you and I...
dancing with wreckless abandon
through the halls of a building
I have never seen, 
but think of fondly when I sleep.

First steps, 
like insecure teenagers, 
taking our time to figure out 
what foot goes where, 
and how long we must pause 
to avoid stepping on each others toes...

and something unexplainable happened...
something was made right between us, 
and I began to trust, 
I began to understand how
this could all work- 
and we could be okay...

Sights and sounds, and small groups
of onlookers, like gathers in fabric...
all wide eyed and staring
at the two merry fools
who had learned how to shed inhibitions
and believe in each other...

Yes...

I dreamed of you and I...
falling, laughing, 
into each others arms, and dancing
like it was all we ever had to do
to make the world fade away, 
and go to a place
where we could begin to love
the idea of unconditional love...

 

 

17 + some
A Quiet Reminder
A Slight Imperfection
1001 Days
Afterimage
Caged
All That Is Left, I leave to You
All The Reasons I Hate This
Analogy
Appetite For Obsession
At The Finish Line
Atlas Falls
Black Semi Gloss: Exterior Use Only
Blame Me
Cause & Effect
Cleared Of...
As Far Away As Possible
Conclusion Through Withdrawal
Consolation Prize
Darling Boy
Enough For Everything
Explicitly Yours
15ft Of Hangman
Give My Regards to Persephone
Held Off
No Longer My Own
I Am
I Dreamed Of Carelessness
I Never Offered
I Win
In This Temple
Longing For A Lack of Closure
Memorial Haze
Miss
My Blood Where You Stand
My Glass House
Next Time Don't Answer
Night Under Neon Lights
Low Grit, 8x10in
One Place Left to Fear
Rhinoceros
Punchline
Sanding An Already Smooth Surface
The Parasite
The Silver Plating
Similacrimus
Sky Falls Down
So...
Soul Parameters
Spirit Well Clothed
Tall, Dark, and Monumental
That Little Red Light
You Look Like A Murderer
The Quiet Place Between
Simplicity
There Won't Be More...
Things I Know About Yesterday.
This Day Just Won't End
This Half Hour
This Is Me
Today
Tomorrow's Yesterdays
Twenty-And-One
Unassigned
Under The Spotlight Again
Vicarious Disclosure
The Wake
Wax Statue Romance
We Can Stop Any Time
We Play Eye Tag...
You Could Always Fake It!
You're All Morons
Excuse Me, But Your'e Standing on My Tao