you turn my thought inside out your ornaments of blue glass haunt… a whimsical dream that developed d… we were once a bonded soul, now an… your dead and gone, for time now
the sky turned from blue to black as I staggered off the train, you, more holding me than I you we found no comfort in the arms of… the streets growing darker
I’ve studied your forms your ideals and mystique, your weapon and sets your trips and traps, the economy of movement
all those books they stretch across a wall a bookshelf filled with all sorts… all those books I’ve never seen you read
With a snoring dog upon my lap I sit and reminisce of things gone… Of how my life has swapped and cha… And how my love has peaked and wan… Of how my youth has died and lived
she breathes a rare and costly fir… just as water it finds its own lev… I expand my lungs to full capacity… and hope her gasps and grunts don’… without a trap door to her conscie…
there’s a breeze I feel about my face and frame, no location can be found but you you turn the milk sour as the mirr… the street below bustles a way awa…
Each day, every step Takes more strength than my world… And I can’t cry, Seeds planted ne… A longer breath held as the leash… Accolades of ghosts ago
My eyes hurt from vision stale As thoughts consume of angry tales Of how dust was blown from a brida… And colours danced on finger nails Me, I don’t have much to add
a still, calm expanse of water secluded, a tree lined reservoir a full moons motorcycle lamp spray… a shotgun blast of white gold over… down in its murky fathoms we writh…
this love dies freely and it dies… two broken cadavers can never hold… when meaning is a carried cross be… there’s none but filigree around t… your monster was created in semaph…
Look around and you’ll see Only two faced people smiling at y… You can tell they harbour ill inte… And wish your life was theirs Love is just a word made of shapes
As a cloud, floating slow into my peripheral I espy, the glint of moonlight on a slated… as the cold gentle rain obscures i… This cloak of evening sarcasm dons
slow rotations the stars shine a bright ricochet, the glitter-ball moon hangs the night a crisp navy blue, our eyes hold a short embrace
I’m writing this for all the ladie… and have gazed down at the scales… for all the girls who wish to emul… real men prefer a fuller figured w… I’ve watched my wife’s starvation…