Shane Windham's Blog

Desire is the big bang;

the entirety of this life game

Dig a grave you crave falling into,

because that’s the only happy ending

impending for any of us

She can hide, but they will find her

Your heart is meat in the grinder

Who or what will you feed?

Need: the taste of blood to veins

when love’s liquor makes wobbly waves

And he who rhymes without reason,

commits the most egregious treason

You just know this fool meets all hallows

at the gallows, with no recollection

of how he even got there

So let it be sai...

I have waited over-long

for you to cross any line

I have watched your eyes

dancing through a desire that’s

forever threatening death

I have starved my way

through our quiet minutia

And I’ve even thought myself mad

for not being blind to you

There is much to be learned

from the way we tend to consider

the sun and the moon differing sides

of a single coin,

as if they were opposing equals,

when that’s obscenely far from the truth

64-million moons could fit inside of the sun

Thus, I am nearly nothing when next to...

Observe the words of someone who regrets

having spent so much energy

on being critical of what I love, people included;

primarily people, in fact

I wrongly assumed it was proving their importance

to me, all that fault finding;

the opposite is what I most commonly achieved

Such lonely waste, this baggage-burdened heart

I’ve learned to expect nothing

in the way of sympathy,

and maybe that’s fair

Occasionally-happy dreams, it seems,

are the best I should hope for

It’s all sloppy sorrow in the end,

so we’d best c...

Nicole on top of me

Titans of rock and roll below

Every coward is unafraid of dying

because they’re terrified of being alive

Then there’s this killer who hopes

he’ll never feel the need to kill anyone

Better to love your way through their world

in the hungry embrace of a hundred housewives

Not everyone is replaceable, and it’s

only replaceable people who believe

the more commonplace cliche

I won’t let light-eaters keep me in the dark,

for the heart needs veins

Juliet from Oklahoma?

Oh, that is a better man’s ...

Living to get away from living;

to float in the semi-conscious world

of a brain’s private interior

Suffering long enough for a pay-off;

yet not quite enough suffering to reach

for the nearest cliffside

What kind of a life is this?

To take my advice would be madness,

unless you too are insane;

in which case, I say, “Hello stranger.

I know your goddamned heart by heart.

Your spirit feels like a long lost part of me,

and I am talking (again) to the wormhole.

Will you take me somewhere browner,

or will you lull...

Til we are ash

Til we are dust

Til we are the memories of long-dead memories

Til we are lifeless

Til we are earth

Til we are without a bone left to be broken

Til we are flowers

Til we are trees

Til we are witness to the death of the sun

Til we are comets

Til we are crucibles

Til we are reborn betwixt crossable distances

Til we are endless

Til we are paradox

Til we are you, and I is we

Trees on the move

Lights standing in the shadows they cast

Books forever in flux

A bottomless supply of life

These are all lesser ways

of comparing the marvel

of your supermassive

acknowledging the eventuality

of touching mine

Corpses what cannot rot

Breaths unceasingly shared

Songs now sung by an other

A map full of inaccessible Edens

We are told no by these

separating boxes of bedrock

—their deafening wails of, “IMPOSSIBLE!”

But I refuse to accept that,

from now until never

Glass without sand

Desire without te...

We call them lucky, those who don’t die young;

those who live long enough to see

how incorrect most are about the nature

of love and humanity

We call them lucky because

we’re still young as well;

older folks know better

Too few dare, and too few care

Better to die in the midst of youth’s delusion

Or maybe all I ever did was come close

to what the rest of you so unsafely

settle into

She’s 10 feet away, and I don’t even

get to see her face

We’re all in such a hurry to go nowhere

Tossed together, then parted fo...

What if that rare feeling of cosmic connection

isn’t as rare as it seems?

What if it’s just a reflection of how few

‘fellow travelers’ we make it a point

to connect with?

What if the resulting loneliness guarantees

an extreme level of depth projection?

Maybe this explains why it’s so incredibly easy

to be completely wrong about the strength

of your tether to that other person

What if bottling the inner ocean

causes others to see us as desert extremes?

What if the indefinite aging of our yearning

convinces ...

People are locking themselves away

so that they can’t be used,

because the vastness of average minds

have begun proving how much

louder than the rest of us

it is that they can be;

teaching the influenceable that use

is a road which leads only to heartache

My, what insufferable intellects they have

“All the worse to better you with.”

Everyone uses everyone,

and the end result simply cannot be

misuse in the majority,

else we’d discard the social contract

Use is hugging your child

to alleviate the imbalance of a ...