Field near harvest, B&W

Posted in photography with tags , , , , , , , on August 29, 2015 by unsensible


Everything painfully mundane from my childhood is a mystery to me now. Though not a mystery I am looking to explore.


Call it even

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 26, 2015 by unsensible

Justin sketch


Waiting for Trouble

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on August 23, 2015 by unsensible

If I stay here, trouble will find me…

3 A.M. Makeup

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on August 22, 2015 by unsensible

In 3 A.M. makeup, sleep is a mercy
Before the final insult
Of abrupt, naked dawn

Enough breath for smoking

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on July 7, 2015 by unsensible

The air tastes like ash trays and the rain won’t stop
Third eye counts time in stabbing pulses
Rising and falling with your breath

Breath enough to run, but you won’t do that
Or to yell, but you can’t stand the sound of your own hoarse voice
Breath enough to smoke

Smoking an ideal solution for those with too much lung power and not enough time
Who have been betrayed by the certainty that there was something to say
A resolution if they just said the right things
Those who died with their boots on trying

But I’ll die to keep from seeing that look on your face again
I guess I’ll just sit here, my son
Out of advice, but full of believing
Keeping quiet by act of will
Guiding our course by one dimly remembered star

Trying hard not to be an asshole
My one successful innovation in my maudlin career as a dad
Like when you were a baby crying
And no one else was getting up
So I did
Not because of enlightenment
Because the alternative is unbearable

I’m coming with the bottle, don’t cry, it’s not so dark
It’s the 7th or 9th time tonight and I’m losing my mind
But at least when I can sleep,  I will
At least i can face myself come morning

Keyhole peeker, private stars

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 18, 2015 by unsensible

I envy hacks, drunks, duds, and failures
Those with ardor and ambition
Hopeless dreamers and those who love the poisons in their lives

Too full on late-night caramel nicotine
I can’t stomach the morning
So, close my eyes to soothe the raw undersides of lids

I’m dreaming in Kodachrome, in my holiday PJs
Cracking pine needles, head under the tree
I’m squinting at pin lights, making private constellations

If fate calls my cell phone, i may just hit send

Forgot your password?

Posted in art, artsy, creative, creative writer, creative writing, lonlieness, morning, original poems, original poetry, poems, poets with tags , , , on May 19, 2015 by unsensible

Life is a Password that I forgot to remember – and wouldn’t write down – the last time I had to change it
because I misremembered the old password
(between 3 to 6 generations of passwords ago)
for a web site I don’t recognize and can’t understand how and when I registered.

And I should be working, but facing a dozen open browser windows, I can’t recall what I was doing in the first place.

I can conjure up the timelines and origins of the many wrong passwords
I can remember why I made and what it meant to me
in the ancient history of nostalgic 2014, 2013, 2012, 2011, 2010, and distant 2009.

When I lose my mind, social media will be the most reliable record of what I was actually thinking
I’ll go online to learn about more about myself
and my stunning lack of foresight.