Jul 11, 2014
i reflect, i confess – recently i’ve used people as objects only because his name has become etched in my chest and i’m looking for emotional release, maybe some ease a chance to give back my keys on this lease ‘cause t…
Jul 10, 2014
floating the mediterranean, i dream into oblivion i’ll call you baby and you’ll call me salvation hovering heaven and the hidden venom your presence is the essence of the great depression you kill with eyes and your cri…
Jul 9, 2014
there’s something lovely about the way three am calls your name how my therapist knows your game and all those words you played but i sway, i speak your name — i don’t know afraid lean back and relax as i bask in the th…
Jul 8, 2014
fingers against my lips, your touch and chills don’t speak — i feel words beginning to slip i’m not glib, i’m not something you can hit and quit but for some reason i still write to the tune of you they say some poems a…
Jul 7, 2014
hiding from the light, my body curves with the dark lips against the ground, i haven’t had enough the rush of it all, make it rough touch my face, lick my eyes, give me your thoughts i want everything you got looking fr…
Jul 6, 2014
i realize my problem— a hum in the background my attention becomes lost as i try to clear the frost the cause, i’m just so full of exhaust once upon a time i asked god but soon realized he was a fraud i bawled, crawled …
Jul 6, 2014
thank you – i write about people, motions and emotions. not really free verse, i like the feeling of being able to rhyme my lines and/or play off each line. i actually can’t name a single poet – don’t have any influence…
Jul 5, 2014
words crumble — i don’t know what to say i love and i lust, but i promise it was— every aspect: your handles, the way your body curved life is abstract with occasional magic things happen, we run with or from madness pl…
Jul 4, 2014
somewhere in peru the clouds cover our view forever and always you he offered a hundred and fifty grand, but i gave him the hand— just us two and a romp through the swamp we never knew the word “stop” always on a single…
Jul 3, 2014
shutting the cupboard, i realize the day july third, you know i’ll never forget i wish i remembered the restaurant like i remember your face like every sentence said and every current through my head a time of glory and…