Pastor Nox stopped by...

And left me with a respiratory infection for the past week. That lovable disease ridden scamp

A Piece from 100 Reasons: Pursuit With Water and Sewer

I have a poetry book coming out. Some of you have heard me raving about it. Here is one of the 100 pieces it will contain:

Pursuit With Water and Sewer

Love stories are fantasies

It should stay that way

We’re all too mortal

Amongst pine needles and rocks

To believe such tales

There’s nothing out there

That’s the scariest part

Our story a single triptych

Birth, growth, death

What else do you need?

A nice car wreck?

That can be arranged

I didn’t see shit

Yall gonna pay me or get sued

Until administrators say otherwise

Did you think your ultimate fate

Was yours to decide?

Let me clue you in

It involves autolysis

Discoloration, bloating, and decay

Your life is yours in the meantime

But you constantly fail at it

Your options are yuppies and thugs

And neither like you

Words are weapons like pointless art

So are empty bourbon bottles

Busted on curbs ready for a good fight

Give it twelve hours

Target date for the book in print copy is sometime around Valentine's Day 2015.

Mistakes, lost time, ruminations on the past, coulda, woulda, shoulda, but didn't

The other day I was driving with a friend who I will refer to here as Dr.Gonzo.We were in the middle of going somewhere to do some crap for work. On our way, we passed a high school. I watched some of the kids going in as we sat at a red light and though aloud to myself and him "Damn...if I could be that age again I would have done so many things differently." There was a little silence before he responded.

"Yeah, well join the club. It's ok though. In ten and twenty years, they'll be saying the same thing."

That was a profound statement indeed. And a very true one at that. As much as I've been beating myself up lately, I am further along than I was this time last year. I finally published Nightmarescape, which was ten years in the making. That was something I should have spent a little more time relishing and enjoying, but immediately started stressing out about other projects and the next book in the series. Well I know that was probably not the best thing to do. Therefore I am calmly working on things as my day job allows.

I guess in the end, I feel like I should have moved faster and could have been somehwere else in life by now. Whatever truth or fallacy there may be to that sentiment is irrelevant. What I've got to work with is what is the now. The past is the past, the present and future are all that I can change.

Thanks Dr. Gonzo for giving me a little perspective in the midst of a shitty week. And remember kids...you"ll be wishing you did plenty of shit differently too...but that's ok...because the generation after you will say the same thing.

Ever wonder what Larry Spectre would look like on South Park?

Well...here you go...

Clouds and Carbonate

This one will likely be in my third poetry volume which will probably come out sometime in 2016.

Clouds and Carbonate

Empty is the jar

Save orange dust

There’s no arousal

Outside of a hungry flat line

Level upon the EKG

White tile coated red

No absorption before another

Oncoming disappointment

This will be final

I keep telling myself

Only to repeat the cycle

A phoenix snapping into embers

The face in the sky

Grins with broken teeth

Dribbling infection upon the earth

Scented in halitosis and alocholism

Sticking like viral jizz

Upon an ex’s chest

It’s just me

I don’t get it

Not part of this

Separation is necessary

For getting shit done

All that is necessary

Being left alone

When something once existed

We didn’t know what it was

But it was there

Substantially lacking in the present

Drowning in a dry humidity

Needing to just go far

Somewhere in the pines

Dusting needles from headstones

There’s nothing left to cry for

Or look forward to 

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And there it is...another year shot to hell

2014 was a pretty crappy year with only one highlight for me: finally releasing Nightmarescape. Book 2 is being heavily rewritten, hopefully I'll have the first draft completed near summer. Before that...I have a poetry book coming out. 100 Reasons is due out in February. A cover reveal will be coming soon. In the meantime, here's a poem for the new year and the passing of time:

We're Not Getting Old, We're Getting Dead

What was alien

Became familiar

Is now alien again

Body occupied a space

Mind occupied a place

No longer

Emotions once vivid

Thoughts once rational

All foreign stimuli now

Beneath the pass of time

Don’t get used to anything

Life itself is temporary

As are its stages

Just remember

You’re not getting old

You’re getting dead

Crappy 2015 jerks.