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it’s a small enough town that I’d seen her before broken down, Broken down I just need a little more. So I wound up with police everywhere; a new face, she’d never recognize even the dancing Can we stay like this forever? No, I said, No I’ve a face to change, and you a world. … Read morerecognition

Will you dance across me? My chest, my belly put your foot there to dance. Will you always love me? My hands do shake waiting for yes. I don’t ask, mostly because I know. That not always will come sooner than too. I’ve seen your eyes on Mondays and I’ve known you disappointed at Saturday. … Read moreThe Things We Do Not Say

We don’t sing those songs, not anymore. How I have missed her voice. How I have dreamed. And for not, nothing: dreams. I wonder who hears the songbird now, I wonder if there’s a place to trade. I know there’s a different world.

Hover, high above the seas of love. Watch the clouds feed it below. The darkness comes because we go backwards against the sun, into the moon. He is always welcoming, that moon. And tonight, he is full and to my right. I wonder to whom should I offer my gracious thanks, for with him I … Read moreFor Geneva

overwhelmed by loneliness, i overdosed on humanity: it’s easier without it, easier to live dead than try to be alive. Did you see where I put my concern? that’s all that’s left now; the slow rotting of acceptance the way each death accepts itself once its concern has been lost to the awkward atrocities of … Read moreoverwhelmed

the intrusion of reality on to that frail dream; is it enough to regret? it is enough to forget… but it seems not to be; there the phone rings – reminding me to disconnect and keep that long distance. oh, we’ll laugh at the audaciousness of my own demise, the fireworks, the hot dogs. and … Read moreYou should call him back, I know how it feels to be ignored

Line the masses up against the wall – separate those you love from those you can not. Throw stones the size of your thumb at those you love. When you run out of stones cut off your hands and throw those. Make sure they’re dead, then weep until you love those you could not.

You stood there, Blooming from a Ming Dynasty vase, setting on the solid column, curving in the most appealing Architecture topped with such a vivid crown that I loose a jerk and the hairs split my skin to attention, where the ornate vase rises in the most gentle arch of desire, climbing up until it … Read moreMing Vases & Mad Gods

she only loves me when she’s drunk. a thought that she might have ignored comes to life as I’m adored with each new sip from the highball glass. and there, she presents her ass as the lioness will do from time to time; it suits her, as far as I can tell, just fine. she … Read moreInebriated by Love