The city seeps
with wails of singing, cries
of one glass upon another.
Inner ear ringing with the engine hum
Of vehicles and mother tongue.
Such is the sigh, the rush of breath
Following cobblestone swells of intake-
Olive oil fingertips and corners of mouths,
Sun- caressed, vino-soaked for our own sake-
Are we weighty of heart, weary for home?
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
It seems I'm under water by design,
devoid of that happy puff of air
keeping selves rockily afloat on a dividing horizon of still living, possibly thriving
And yet still imposing on that infinite line of quiet.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
Sleeping where your child lies on weekend nights,
A stale cigarette and listerine nest~
We're fairly distant
but for a gentle stroke on my neck,
Hiding from our denial of breath.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC
My mad waiting skull
craves your orange glow
like clockwork.
Toes clenching and unclenching,
grabbing pale carpet hair and thinking
about your nose;
it's striking prominence and form.
Warm skin!
your sultry delights.
I guess I'll take a cigarette,
one thing burning
between my lips
before the other.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
It's a tricky facade
we entertain with mouths and lips,
giving green lights to swaying hips --
Eating white lines with ravenous tires
that don't seem to tire.
Puffing smoke and chasing barbed wire,
a heady velocity.
Bleating hunger for the bare ****** road
still unstaunched even when
leaving boots and combs at home
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC
We're disingenuous riff-raff,
leaden eyelids at half-mast --
Leggy and skirted,
we're skirting scraped knees
and toting battle-axes.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
In a series of gasps I'll devour your breath,
in the sea of your soul I'll wade up to the neck.
Ripping seams from your sides
I'll crawl into your mind,
and love 'till our bodies protest.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
Down my spine and up my fingers,
Wet tobacco sweats and lingers.
Small infernos in my chest,
Stoking fire with every breath.
Both fickle days and longing nights,
Butane flame my iris lights.
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 2:07 AM UTC
swallow your non-apologies,
I'll smear death on your eyelids
like a balm--
a bomb
to soothe the rouse
of your sympathy,
of your sorry speeches.
swallow your non-apologies,
you've assailed the right to breathe--
a crude oil
sink hole
your death bed, still
cut your belly to loose
cash and coin, your **** is
a noose.
swallow your non-apologies,
eat to ****
and
bathe in greed
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
To the Death
of womankind,
I say the death of humanity.
Preserving us for mere utility;
thus the greed of the matter.
Your whim is mad as a hatter.
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC