Trapped behind the bars
of a bare loose leaf prison
no key, just a pen.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
I see no numbers
hers is the only figure.
She's my addition.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
You are the last gulp of whiskey,
the drag that melts the filter,
the insatiable ache in my head the next day,
and the next, and the next, and the next.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
As the party dies down
and the beer has been drunk
we sit on the couch and talk.
Her lips move
but her eyes speak.
I lose myself in their conversation.
Her fishnet covered leg finds me.
She doesn't move it and I'm glad.
"Why is the beer gone?"
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
Veins are mere highways.
Transit for blood from the heart,
heartache dispersal.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
Her quivering breath
is like five shots of whiskey-
intoxicating.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
I hover over mountains
eroding them away
finding myself
in their glass foundation
eyes watering, nose running
like some sobbing child
my pride hurts from the sight
but then it hits
and the confidence flows
faster than the whiskey
had ever allowed
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC