If it didn’t work
It happened last night. When the sky was dark deep blue It happened behind me Trying to turn and see but It would leave if I looked. It happened when I thought of your eyes. Gilded halos outlined in blue When you held me in so close that I could feel our galaxies colliding When […]
Read More If it didn’t workWilt me
She sits on the hill. Dead stem dark and wilting Knife for the kill Leaves her thinking Stays there for days Cutting as far as my right rib Rest her old age. A life she won’t live
Read More Wilt meJust another day after you
Sent me away with a hurricane in my chest Love was real And then it wasn’t. The snake always betrays the man. Soft bites in my fore arm Sharp ocean water whipping on the interior skins Didn’t know you could drown from the inside out
Read More Just another day after youYour face in my head is a blurred black circle. People are chasing me in my nightmares. Ripping my clothes off and sending me over fences. All time is night time. Black circle boy speaks to me through my window well. Always I won’t hurt you I believed the first time I trust Always trust […]
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Land me in a two door plane And take the pain away Whisper to me a look of grief, from across a deserted 4am parking lot Light coming through dark slanted glass. Into my dark slanted head. Tell me it won’t happen again Say the light is finally coming in Light bounces off Perfect 90 […]
Read More This time . .You are a pleaser. Picking up the trash that falls out of peoples pockets. A “let me tell you everything you want to hear” type of person. You love the moon because I do. You wear your hat like that because they all do. A sheet of stars covers us nightly as we talk on […]
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All of this is so sad aleak in my left eye. Pipe burst look at the cracks in the iris it shows the past I’m trying to mend The birds are flying south from my right to left palm they know the skewed tip of the rocker they can feel what is coming it’s happened […]
Read More SemiDust fleeting out the finger tips February use to be yellows- turning into sharper cunning mixtures She heard the voices outside her door. Outside under the blood dripped moon outside in the black city streets the voices of wolves discussing their next kills Dust in the eyes Nothing but a weak soul alone naked in […]
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