A whining rottweiler
By the tracks
A freight train
storming
crashing the night
Like thunder
He's snoring
My face is warm
From drinking strong
Japanese beer
3 hours awake, feel like i
Haven't slept in a year
And i want something more
Than a gentle touch
His hair is thick and
Black
His sweat bitter
His scent sweet
Fiji deodorant and ****
My face
Is warm and hot
from nicotine
Too much Japanese beer
My body is hot
I want more
Than a gentle touch
May 7, 2023
May 7, 2023 at 12:36 PM UTC
The emptiness
Stretches wide
In the pit of me
In the pit of the night
Cracking open a second
Bottle
Of wine
I want something so badly
I squeeze my fists hard
So hard
To subdue it
To soothe it
It doesn't come
It doesn't come
The dragon stretches
Its long neck
The raven its black
Feathered wings
Why do I need something
So *******
Badly?
Myself high up on a barstool
Bait them
Bait them in
Give me them, pull them in
I want them
Teeth and nails, here's
The skin
Of my shoulders, my neck
Something alive
Slightly stinging
In them
In me
My heart is singing
Up there high
On the barstool
Apr 2, 2023
Apr 2, 2023 at 11:30 AM UTC
Feel like I'd like fishing
Sitting there
Alone
On some body of calm
Water
A little rowboat or
Canoe
Early in the summer morning
Listening to the birds
Rise and the golden light spread
In the sky
Leaking through the
Willow trees
Sitting there
All day
Waiting
Feel like I'd like fishing
Sitting there waiting
Been waiting
Everyday
Anyway
Been waiting
For something
To come
To happen
My whole life
Been waiting
For an answer
Might as well
Wait for a fish to bite.
Apr 1, 2023
Apr 1, 2023 at 6:48 PM UTC
Lovers’ shadows cast on alley
Brick walls
The night whining
The street lights trembling
The cobwebs glowing
The beast asking for me
Like a serenade.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 8:09 PM UTC
I’m thinking about Joni Mitchel’s River
How in the midst of
Describing her lonely stale Christmas
She breaks out with
“I made my baby cry”
And of Hemingway
In The Sun Also Rises
Describing the night, the bar,
The scene and then says
“and with them was Brett”
I’m drunk and I’m thinking too much and
Aching for
Something to stop me on my heels, my pupils wide
My obsession burning on my lips
It’s my first day of school tomorrow
I’m scared of mediocrity
So I’m drinking hard tonight to make
Sure it never gets to me
My heart will always sing
Let it be blue
Let it be dark
But it shall sing
I’m smoking cigarettes like I have no due date
Give me a thing to make a mess of, life.
I’m bored and begging. I want
The wild heart searching like a lioness in the
Heat of the savannah night
I want my nails dug deep into it
I want it to squeal
Life, give me something to
Make a mess of
It doesn’t have to be this way
But it is
The clock ticking
Towards midnight
Like a knife
On my skin
Give me something right
And I’ll make a
Mess of it tonight.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
quiet in a cafe, early morning
the dust rises
off the pavement outside
the birds are chirping again
after a very long time of silence.
i sit and think of my new life, my plans,
the life unknown
i think of strange landscapes and snow leopards in caves
the apple trees which will soon blossom,
african skies,
the planet neptune
the sun or the ocean's mist on my naked skin
and crowns made of flowers
chandeliers in old libraries
and the steel of your eyes
the sharpness of your eyes
the cold eyes
your eyes empty
the green of your eyes
your eyes staring at me
i see your face
the softness of your eyes
i see your face
the green eyes sad and staring
achy green eyes hoping
i'm flooded with your scent
and the oppression of your memory
rising in me
like the street dust rising outside
and a force
pulls something from my throat
like a plea
like a begging
i say your name
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
The evenings are grey and overcast
I walk home after work
Climb the steep
Dank stairs
Into my apartment.
I push the door open
And sigh
But it is not a breath I exhale
I say your name
And it echoes in my brain
As I drop the keys on the
Kitchen table
Your face is blurry in my mind's memory
Aside of your green eyes
Which are all at once
Sharp as steel knives and
Aching with hope
What were you more
Than a love I was bound for?
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 8:42 AM UTC
I feel
Your fear
And
Recognize it as my own
A hollowed space
With dark willows
You're lonely and proud
I'm stoic
I'm a cathedral
I walk around
Pretending not to be
Ruined
Dark and harrowed
Weeping willows
I'm a cathedral
Stoicism breaks
Like stained-glass windows
(But I'm a cathedral, I'm a
Cathedral)
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC
Others can be good
Let me be this
Pathetic scrawls
In a notebook
Let me play again with my
Deamons
Let them take
Over
Let them swirl in the night
Like my tongue in this stale beer
You haunt me with my own impotence
I spend the days trying hard not to regret, trying to forget
But I am lost and confused. And it's not you.
This is me
Without a lover to have and hold
This is me in a restless frenzy
This is the needle
This is the sound of your laughter drilling at my chest.
This is the hit in a bathroom stall
This is my heart cracked open like a walnut.
It is not you
This is me reaching out
in the dark
For the the green of your eyes
This is my sickness
Love like the hot breath of a beast.
Love like a nasty stickiness on my skin
Love like dancing goblins around a burning stake
Love like a dry heat
The sun torching the sun
The sun torching
Icarus'
Wings
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
I know what is there
I know the love
waiting in your chest
a fist
ready to unclench
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC