The one bedroom apartment
With a clock that ticks too loud
The woman who fights her man
At four am
Something breaks as always
Some know and just sleep through
Others wake up a little earlier for work
The cat that can’t get in
Because something is blocking the hatch
It purrs on the doormat
It forgot its been fed
The teenager who left last week
The father who doesn’t care where
A mother who calls him every night
And sends money to him
Puts her own phone on silent mode
The old timer on the first floor
Who waits for the mailman every Friday
Just to exchange a few words
He’s got the best smile and saw the Stones
In 66’
The two lesbians who just moved in
The guy below them who’s only met
One of them
Thinks he’s got a chance with the redhead
The others who rarely are seen
Who live quiet and mundane lives
In between
Me smoking a cigarette like it’s the
worst thing
I’ve been here
Paying rent
Dusting and wiping
Smiling and crying
Forgetting and *******
Forever it seems
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 5:10 PM UTC
On paper
All her characters are men
In person
Her friends drink till two
She knows
They must love her like this
Like a burnt bulb
A firefly and cocktail straw
Her laugh is complimented
Her hair is orange burnt dark and thick
She talks men and breathes the femme
Out with it, shout it from the rooftops
Be free and go with them
The men and the drink and the love
A lonely tear stays behind
For the femme
She has been broken before and will again
The femme is naturale and yet what dies
Is a card not dealt
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 4:59 PM UTC
Eats and sleeps
Hasn’t had a dream in years
Writes his second hand words
on borrowed time
And still
The writer makes it so
he cannot help but fall from grace
Friends and colors go to paint
The mortgage weighs
On a dreary note the writer thinks
I have so much here and yet nothing to give
A turn key life and even clean sheets
I cannot write because I have changed
I cannot write and so I just exist
Spirits high he just repeats
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 4:53 PM UTC
Your significant other is waiting
Maybe she’s the bank clerk who waits
For people to come and go
Or perhaps he is standing by the shore
Shooting stars with finger guns and drinking in the sea
Alone
Or ever born into this madness
Of searching and yearning
Of having love and spilling it on the counter
Of losing and forgiving
Dividing and conquering bodies
We all share with each other
Jul 14, 2022
Jul 14, 2022 at 4:11 PM UTC
Fingergunning a flock of sparrows
Poisoned by the suns carrot seeds
The sparrows don't give my antics the time of day
Untethered by the sky, which is their home and not mine
The sun still amazes
Newborns and other innocents
Whom have not tired of looking at its rays
Magnetized by the kerosene
Eyes awakened by a force majeure
I was worth more to you
When I was less perfect
When I was still unpolished
Grit between my teeth and telling slapjack stories
The sun still a drawing force of unprecedented power
I know now that there are more powerful things than a sun
The increasing feeling of losing you
The sadness which chokes my heart
The dread of dying ordinary, just like the rest
Your face, reminding me less and less
Of stars we gazed at
Of pictures we were both in
The laugh which shared a cigarette
A sun to ignite its glow in complete agreement
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 10:23 AM UTC
Love is everyones gossip to be heard in alleyways and bars
A notion of macabre jealousy erupts over my own life
Stillness digs the dirt from under my feet
For I hear the voids instead
The solitude of decisions yet to be made
The shapes and instruments to carve out rain
Are mine alone to keep
It seems I hear voids instead
To be loved is to be forgiven
Forgiveness granted in quiet woods and between brothers and sisters
Familial graves which light the way
I hear the voids
Still
Let the painbirds deliver their chirps
Let the craven feelings own my body
Let the voids drive their spikes into the chosen ones
Not cupids arrows
Not star-spangled promises
Only voids
Shouting down the stream of years
Those which have been
And those which will follow
It seems I'm running out of the latter
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 9:51 AM UTC
Bury them deep.
Forget lies and their other words
Swallow the key.
Their indifference and lack of truth
Even when you loved them
They were cruel.
So **** them, **** the memories
**** even the stupidest ones
**** the glass of water from which they drank.
You’ll never be happy otherwise.
You’ll stay “friends” but they will
love.
Again.
So **** your darlings
**** them dead.
**** the old ones
And the ones you haven’t met.
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC
On the train and a woman stops me
I read her face
Poorly, I admit
Asks me something
In a language I couldn’t hear
Told her I didn’t know
Through my mask,
I must seem insincere
She spoke some more
In hopes of translations
Be made clear
No I said
I don’t think we have
the same idea
She takes her mask off
The surgical protege
Falls to the ground
As if exposing her story
Unravelled, naked and austere
Asks me the same question
For a third time
Words seem different when spoken
By someone that’s near
I snap the ribbon from the back of my ear
The look on this woman’s face
I must be the first face she’s seen in days
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC
Dawn to dusk
I long for you
I split the atoms
I reap the sows
Candidly I vow
To let bygones be blanket stars
And caterpillars be free from ground
Have mercy but show none
I zip the blues
Mark the notes
Discontent
Felt deeply in my bones
To be free is one thing to behold
To cauterize wounds of ancient toils
Look on lovers as a child looks for toys
Never content
Always on the prowl
But I digress
From dawn to dusk
Or twilight to starlight
From eyes as watered as a full blown moon
I digress from past mischiefs
Mistakes and abhorrent veils
That mask my face
Clouded
Older
Preserved for two
Soon we’ll be better
Braver than the beaches of ‘44
Glee and gloom will be ours to own
From dawn to dusk
In body and soul
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
Anguish
To torment the soul
Belief
To be unbroken
Calmness
To wish you had
Death
Relief for the dead, grief for the living
Expensive
(Not) desirable
Father
Understanding, notwithstanding
Guess
To try poorly and fail willingly
Hope
To give others, never yourself
Idiot
To feel ordinary
Joke
To share a friend
Keep
Borrow*
Love
To learn a language for someone
Mother
To repair mistakes
Neglect
To look back at a naked childhood
Opinion
To forget what you used to think
Poetry
To read but never to be spoken
Quarantine
To run the streets
Regret
To forgive but not forget
Stop
To through everything
Truth
To rarely speak, to never hear
Used
To be cast aside for another body
Video
To look but not see again
Whatever
To toast to life and it’s toils
Xo
To send kisses that have no meaning
You
The one that got away
Zero
To begin and end life in the same way
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 12:54 PM UTC