Photography 
Deserted myself; blew up into the smoke,
Drowned in liquor; walked out of all ties,
Tied to posts and hung from the cliff;
Gasped for drown; vomited dragon.
Made more alone; walked out of body,
Flew off the ground; hit the clouds,
Blasted through the mountains,
Burnt into ashes; destroyed in oblivion.
October 22, 2009 Poetry 
You keep running through the trenches
Ignoring the dead under your feet;
Your time following behind.
It is dark,
Everything is in shades of green,
Blood is black,
Oozing from mangled bones
As you step over them.
October 9, 2009