A long time ago
I wrote a poem for a girl
whose beauty and grace
was captivating, enthralling
but who was also

In this moment, I am tired.
Dare to stay exhausted?
Tonight - inspired-
yet I’m tired, off to bed.
Don't sleep, be free.

She sat there
across the table from me
as music blared through
the night sky.
Heavy majestic clouds,

Creating, condemning,
piercing my skin with a
rough sketch, tattoo ink
and a clueless reminder
found within every pore.

We shoot for superiority.
The best of the idea,
the winning match and set
game for the domination.
I, with masculine energy,

Life to me is covered
by a velvet sheet,
suffocating me
with rich fabric
and delicate dreams.

There’s a little bit of blood
on my breathe.
My blood,
breathing,
within vitality

The language I live in
is a playground
of excessive expression.
Fitted to the guiles of love
and the rascal finishes

Lurid music
dripping about
starts softly
then crescendos
into something

Has a road to it. For
the living and the dying,
for the distinct sensation
of convenience and order.
We live by convenience.