Dollhouse

I used to imagine somebody hanging from the rafters
but that was just the wind in my head.

A head full of grass
to burn this hollow man.

Cause once you're gone
you can never come back,

it's always out of the blue
when it's into the black.

How can they even see me?
Art hanging next to the TV.

Something I dislike
when I am talking to someone
and shortly after they learn I am a writer
they expect me to share in their snobbery
for spelling and grammar.

I don't care if you misspell words (even their/re/y're),
I don't care if you commit a grammatical err,
I am an artist,
I am interested in honest communication;
listening for intent
over being pedantic.

A Shade

master of infamy,
jack of this trade,
even in the sun
a spade is a spade.

Goodbye glass stained past,
I'll set my gaze no more on that.

The Sins That Came Before Us

it's just evidence,
throw it in the case,
it will convince them of the one thing
they never want to say,
i was a child
brought up
in Christ's name.

Sold!!! The Old Road

if this is all I have
at my side,
I still see
one mind
shines
still shows
only the still one knows,
why is nine
the code?