Radiator creaks like the aching hull of an ancient ship.
The sea pulled across and alongside its' mouth by drivers yearning sleep.
The grey provides the sea, but shows no interest, has no tell.
So the swell ebbs, flows, subsides - unsure until it goes.
There is but one view, if you can make it out through the mist, of other towers, masts stiff, breaking through the surf.
No one else seems to care to look, nor try to break the scene.
And ships stay still like rocky cliffs until they're worn away.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
I can't sleep again
that neural itch.
A tangled web of thought-streams
running like passing bullet trains
only to
spring back
on the knots they've made
and sleep lays caught in the net like a fish;
Still floundering til at last it gives.
I wish I could smoke.
Something about watching it curl...
like an entity climbing upon itself as it grows.
A fading vine accelerated into visible motion,
its' only support itself.
I wish I could hold onto some things that way.
Nothing stains quite like years of smoke,
nothing seeps in quite as well.
But for support of hidden creatures at my feet
I'd surely curl the same,
but never stick since blown out
the window
again and again.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
Skipping over stars like they were stones,
bones wrought under flesh like iron.
One missed stepped would seem to be
one less opportunity desired.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
French love
stolen from cobbled
streets at night,
ground up
and stuck in grain.
Below wine, above glass,
and swallowed
(mistakenly).
It’s hard to forget
such great simplicity;
this wine holds my lips
which has more to say
than you and me.
At night I dream
of how the cork
would have smelled,
if only I’d had the strength
to pry it free.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
One last smoke before the snowstorm
Last fire before the rain
One last drink before we put it out,
before the others came.
One last kiss before you leave me
last night, dreaming still.
One last sleep left hoping
to remember you; I will.
One last drive down your lone road,
last time seeing you on the stairs,
One last time left my heart still beating
about you standing there.
And one last time staring at the stars
wishing that I could see
just how one last smoke before the snowstorm
left you wanting me.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
There’s nothing like a G&T;
at 12:43 in the morning.
It seems strange to think
that one thinks
to see such a thing boring.
And yet I’m sure there’s a lot,
to be frank,
but that ship’s already sailed
and it too has sank.
Vincent claimed the wagon too small
so we stowed it away in the hull.
Now *** bourbon, brandy…
scotch, beer and all
are sailing to Davey
at young Siren’s call.
But, prepared with these blocks
of cinder and dust,
crew heads down below
dragged by full frontal lust.
There’s nothing like a G&T;
at 12:45 in the morning.
It seems strange to think
that one thinks
to set off such a warning.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
Freight rumbles by
While sweat drips down
And the crackle of a speaker
Still sounds;
Echoing through the tunnel.
A body turns, fidgets, moves
And itches with the heat.
The feet they tap
And dance with boredom
Wishing *** had a seat.
A woman leaning upon a beam
Aggravated by beads from pores
Moves to take a walk, it seems,
But soon she leans some more.
Too hot to move, til a breeze is felt
Coming down the rails
A beam of light, first one than two
And not freight, but silver and blue.
The cool air flows like whiskey at a funeral
Sour, but necessary, to make it through the ride;
And you sleep through stops instead of wondering who the hell had died.
Thumbnail clippings float down the car from conversations had:
Comfy chairs, squatter’s nation, opiates, and ***** mags.
Subtle "sorry"s linger in stale air from bumps that people make
While ******* suits, stiff as cadavers, snoot and snivel of mindless drivel
And look around in shame.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
The sandy floor lies a foot below
where air and water meet.
And salty mist,
like an awkward first kiss,
lies hesitant, inbetween.
Slowly they touch,
and mix on collision,
to a drummer’s beat
and it’s rhythmic rhythm.
Faster, it goes,
As both move in waves.
And back in,
to mix again,
with the salty mist they crave.
I am the sea;
the endless, motionless,
living vastness
that surrounds and
engulfs…
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC
Effulgent, she stands in the stands and demands
for her rights that were ripped from her calloused red hands
but calamity falls and hits down like a gavel
and the thread from her dress gets pulled and unraveled.
Her serpentine body, verdant til plucked
from the branches she clings to and prays for good luck.
The hyenas, voracious, yapping volubly
at her ankles while she tries and tries to scream, but
nothing comes out and she feels her bough become friable
she knows that these fiends wont be held liable
dropping contumacious only made her life worse
hit in the face he cursed and then hurt her
she burst in tears, ******
Hoping they’d stop, but they only went further
and nobody heard her.
No superman hiding til he’s plucky enough.
No Samaritan testing to see if he’s got the guts.
Now brittle she’s turned, but only physically;
She’s still adamant inside, strong mentally.
A couple months go by and one day she realizes
she’s not alone alive.
And forced to be together to survive,
she decides to take both of their lives.
I wish I could say
all those men were put away,
but they ran and ran for days.
Gone, and without a sound they stayed.
And now she’s
4.
5.
6 feet underground today.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
With miles to go before I sleep
and sounds around rise from the deep;
If I heard them should I keep
the memories from haunting?
And as the grey rolls into black
can you see white hiding in the back?
The foundation that lets us hold fast
and gives the hope to make it last.
I see faces in the pages,
jumbled, between line spaces.
Hallucinations become engrained in
my vision
while I listen to the clack of chalk
scribbled,
spat from fingers,
and thoughts
dribbled.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC