Just something about the way dawn boils the night sky into this shade of purple that always reminds me of wine.
November, 2015
The moon is racing me - She leaves white, slender paw prin… On dark, sleek train tracks In her wake. She gorges the
We are a strange tune - Two notes that know nothing of the… But know a little something about The dance they are dancing. I am a tall glass of bourbon
One hour ago and My hours with you are spent tiptoe… With the lightning showering down… And the wind whistling around me w… Two hours now and
You are a tourist. You come to rumble your wheels aro… Kissing my skin so excitedly. New country, new land New just about everything and you’…
And the Earth - Always, the smell of the Earth ha… He always woke lost to the scent o… Soaking soil with the dust after r… A night companion that knew nothin…
I want break free from Night’s overdue song. I want to rip my teeth into Dawn’s ripe, royal flesh - The one that is salted
The past lies beneath me, a browni… Tickling through my skirt, Picking which nerves should be pok… Asking for resurrections I can ne… The present comes to me in an eage…
I see myself in the poppy seeds an… In the dying grass, In the crisp, singing breeze; Under the breadth of sky, Atop the breast of the sea;
I’m still learning the secret to m… With the suburban, slumbering sun… And flowers locked in a jar, Not quite sure how to grow anymore… Strict outlets char my stumbling f…
I can see the scatter wrenching it… And skittering on the ice banks Like a giraffe on ice skates Running amok before me, And oh God! something else is tum…