screaming at low volumes
Another Drink to Get Through when the shaking stops – I will save the world Monday Afternoons; afterthoughts. The prejudiced have already decided, what, then, is fate, exactly? And Suicide – In truth we will be free. It was the shoe that no longer had a foot, or was it that Kiss? Reason Determines Value
With all the money in the world, the rich put on their faces; and I remember Steph: That wild red hair, the eyes that hurt when she stared. I never tasted her lips but the smell, intoxicating, of her soul… Enough to make 100 men crazy, they and all their ancestors. there must have … Read moreThe Harp and Hound
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
ethereal, empty of Me; i exist in retail therapy: you can see my history from all the material I was. shoes, paintings, a necklace, international business trips… a sordid business this love, buying the competition treats! Pictures for who I was not delivered to the wrong address only shatter the dream when curiosity has killed … Read moreempty rote recognition
I’m throwing up in the alley, while the whore has my cock in her mouth and i can’t remember how i got there; leaning over to ask who she is what is she doing? here it is, the days passing, the hours peeling away like the dead skin around scabs. and what do I feel? … Read moreworthless
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.