I ran from you. Undrunk to songs unsung
twisted. A crown upon two heads
hid from things too familiar to be comfortable
too chafing, raw skin on shades of grey.
And I hear her voice among the pines
clear tinny fragments, sirens wail
plastered on steps and rusty nail beds, you
teeter here, pleased to show, skin to skin.
I watch you how I want to be watched
open and disbelieving and hopeful and haunted
eyes follow your gaze, down a throat, up a thigh
lined with smart truth, lusty innocence,.
Lately I have only been composed of late nights. Porches scattered with people being and learning amidst gusts of wind We are vast. We bre...
Some combination of nicotine and cannabis and alchohol Pushes me through the sun to get to you. I drink my sorrows. Bass beneath the blind...
A response to Three Word Wednesday I walked along the left side of a dirt road, unsure. one patch seems ominous; I stick my hand into t...
splinters in my feet infected, pus infused from treading boards I cough, try to speak around the maggots squished between my teeth made ...
and if our love was fading water fading slaughter of spent nerves and all the hope was scraped from the inside of my chest would you tr...