I can still hear the cicadas,
their inescapable and deafening hum.
They are the only thing I can hear,
and you are the only thing I can see.
Dry green canopies of less oft seen gums.
Rocky outcrops for zen water to trickle through.
I can still feel my heart beating to your drum,
the only thing I can feel.
Theres a fire in here
It burns the back of my skull
Can you feel it too?
I had been whispering brazenly in your ear all night.
Not even using words half the time.
A knowing smile, a finger edging ever closer to your womanhood.
When I flicked your ******* the first time tonight I knew I couldn't lose.
The nearest park.
The nearest patch of grass in the dark.
Covered in dirt, a train thundered past as you came, your ticket to be vocal.
You looked so beautiful right then.
I inhaled you one last time and looked up at the stars as we put on our faces.
~about a girl
How many times ive sat on this floor
And I've wept.
Not for me
But the state of a world
That drives us to sit on this floor;
You didn't have to die.
You never weep alone,
It starts as a gentle hum in my lower back
Then it becomes a twitch
This is when I should stop
But my eyes are just too wide
Absorbing every word
Until my blood is boiling
It travels up my spine
A burning razor line
I write some words
Then throw them out
This infuriating thing
So I pour some whiskey on it
It always makes my head spin
Then i smoke it back on straight
Face contorts and teeth grind
And then she goes away
When you judge someone,
All you did
Was judge your own perception
Of what that person is
You didn't like it
Because you're a ****
Black sludge streams down your wall
Windows are shattered, masking tape
More blonde hair and blue eyes
Medication in pale skin
Drift nowhere in empty silence
Cover every track
Smokescreen via cigarette