writer – Thistle Thoughts

Nude Ghoul

Her name was
made famous by someone
more blonde & more willing
to cry on command

I’m down to
one epileptic seizure
a year & I’m
sure to make it count

New Published Poem

it seems we’re floating
in barometric confusion

Yes, life eats at me
Raw, difficult to digest

Your homeland stays inside your bloodstream. When you’re away from it for too long your veins begin to burn with longing.

I listened to recordings of your
voice on splintered cassette tapes
just to trigger a decent dream.

a man gave me
his abduction diary

they tell me I’m still too young,
but I know the darkness doesn’t
discriminate

Those perfect pearls imprint
an enlightened message
on my fruit-thin flesh