UltimateOutlaw

We leave pieces of ourselves in the corners Of bookshelves, stuck between the pages And in the hand painted wooden bowl Collecting dust and spare change. My fingers grazed a fragment When I saw a photograph of you today And my lungs caught on the memory Of the first words you said to me Lingering like a ghost breath In the soft curve of my earlobe. (“Hi, mind if I ask you Some questions?”) I hid inside the rain to drown out The sound. The wet grass stuck to my toes And the droplets rolled down Over the shirt that my mom told me Makes me look like I’ve got a chip on my shoulder. (She thought her rebel was a princess Bu

A town of no vampires, Texan, with a heavy thick accent Accompanied by a heavy thick pipe Is how they would be remembered, As route 26 was blocked by Fields of barb, steel. And the old Texan walks Thought-of-fondly-in-drawl by Mr. Barker Are watched thoroughly by the wildlife: The crows circle in a feverish frenzy, The flies flit above the streams And the Marines lie in the bush. If anyone tried to leave tonight, They would find, The arteries clogged and left to clot, Like the heart of aged Mr. Soames down in the diner, Eating a burger and fries; Others again, were lost.

The day he came home with blood on his shoes, he'd been gone for almost a week. She looked at him with anxious eyes, his grim face and sad eyes and did not ask the question that trembled on her tongue. Instead she asked another question. "Are we moving?" He almost broke then. Regret, self-pity, love, anger and despair warred for dominance, made a brief rictus of his beloved face. Then he nodded once, not trusting himself to speak. "Okay, it won't take me long to pack." He stared at her, noted the set of her shoulders and the look of resolve on her face as she shoved away from the table where she'd been sitting with a cup of tea. She approa

every time i sit with words to wield my sheath is empty and i am bare-skinned and opaque, un-shielded on the stark battlefield hopes to harmonize the hapless madness in my mind dashed by daggers into a splintered pile of adjectives lustful languished lonely longing          astray and i've been fighting this war since i could first speak - (consonants for a name and vowels forgotten), cursed with the lifetime to explain not only my name but my very being