screaming at low volumes
follow the compass of your heart.it was a card, readied for a trip east.as blatant a lie as everyone’s life.i stopped believing what I read.a new message from …still I don’t believe what I read.chest caved in with sensationsindescribable even to a sage.it was a hand torturedbehind its holder’s back.it was an eternityof the single … Read moreRestaurant Patios
My desire to corrupt is beyond repair, Better we don’t go there. She in black cotton panties and me dreaming an affair, Better we don’t go there. My hand trembling upon her thigh, passion racing to dare; Better we don’t go there. Honest confessions into the gut, I won’t so easily scare; better we don’t … Read moreCorruption
it’s somehow the end of the beginning, where the dancing becomes awkward and the drinks really flow – (i’ll have one right now) god damned clean white page! there you go, 100 lines just for you, “Prostituted child touching an old man” and then I jumped I found it out the hard way I flirt … Read moreAwkward Dancing
Dream the Wrong Way, in deserted streets with your scooter and your helmet. Of Course I would Stop… shock, when I saw your feet sparkling heels on the seat! Who Dreams This Way?
I keep these clouds hidden in my shoe, the rain in my pocket. I keep the lightning in my ears, thunder in my hand, these shoes, well, they fly and my pocket floods. My ears only hear the light sounds, and my hand, it just trembles. Though all of this, these things that I hold … Read moretrying for Right
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
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