i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood
altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof
we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die
decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by
i know that you miss me we were happy together and i don’t ever want you to forget i want to always be there
two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for
