The Concussion.

Pull me from
this concussive state.
I can't see straight
I don't want to
and I won't look you
in the eye,
because when I do
I see trails of smoke
a fading line
of what we used to be.
I see stars
spangled and caught
row on row in symmetry
and I'm lost in it all
and my head pounds.
It still pounds.

Spalted Maple Telecaster!

I am now the very excited and proud owner of this guitar! I'm so excited I thought I'd share it with you guys.

Edit: In my excitement I forgot the best part about showing off a new guitar: Specs! So it's a solid body made of mohogany and sports a spalted maple top. The neck pick-up is a Duncan '59, and the bridge is a Duncan Pearly Gates. It has one volume knob and one tone with a coil tap, so you get a lot of versatility when it comes to tone. I'm honestly in love with it; I can't wait to try it out at a band practise.

The Way The Cards Fall.

One day
all your kingdom
will burn to the ground
and you will ask God
"why me?"
"what have I done
to deserve this?"
and in response
you will hear
the simple scraping scythe
of the wind
as it carries the ash away
to a new kingdom
and bears fertile soil
for someone else.

The Tide.

The tide is rising--
I'm afraid
of this swelling emotion
afraid it's taking over.
I watch as
the dark water curls
and crashes
over my head.
My reflection
looks strangely
like my mother
and my father too
and I'm drowned
in anxiety
and failure
their's
and mine.