Ribbons or rope or
laces that loop while
embracing your waist and
encroaching your throat.

Ribbons or rope,
no difference I hope,
for the use of helping
me force you to choke

"Ribbons or rope?":
in a whisper you spoke,
as the air you gasped
tasted of broken glass.

So turn blue for me now,
as blue as I've been
for you.

So lovely to choose
between ribbons
or rope.

pet her with your tongue

Yesterday's tomorrow was today, and then
the devil sneezed so I told her: 'god bless,'
and she looked at me like she ain't impressed.

But she bought me a beer and then said:
"tell your guardian angel to wait outside,"
as she started massaging my pride.

She knows that I buried god years ago,
right after I stuffed that angel's mouth full
of my personally-sharpened family jewels.

Horney devil,
swallow your forked tongue
right after you're done
lapping up my ***.

Lovely angel,
sorry for cutting you up
while you sat patiently
waiting in stirrups.

She grabbed my wrist and put my fingers
in her mouth to better taste herself.

Sometimes the things I write scare me,
but then I remind myself to be uncensored.
Let thoughts flow like crimson rivers,
let no daydreams left unventured.

Peek inside the depths of me
and see a slow-whirring blender
ripping up those disco-ball mirrors
reflecting many doors yet entered.

Cover my ears with ignorance,
pummel my head with bliss.

From the time we meet,
I want you to forget me.

And the reasons we seek,
will make you regret me.

Cemetery trees shiver
in the snowy breeze,
and cover the graves
with their dead leaves.

Tombstones and bones
lying in the shallow earth,
remind the living that
it could always be worse.

Vince gives me five bucks
to feed the hungry jukebox

She watched a bead of sweat cross the bridge of his nose
and roll all the way down to the tip, where it hung above her
in an eternal moment of ecstasy and primal pleasure.

He saw her looking cross-eyed at his face and he smiled
as she craned her head up and licked the drop of saline
from the tip of his nose. He tasted it on her lips.

They gasped and sighed into each other's mouths,
they lived and died inside of each other's eyes.
They left life behind one stroke at a time,
they ****** the days away.

More than a few years ago
I hid my mind, and have long since
forgotten where I had put it.

I sat on my softpack and I felt
remorseful pity, because
it really crushed my cigarettes.

And I felt such sympathy for them,
so unable to be used.

Then she stood up and held out her
hand, and I gratefully took the
burning smoke from her fingers.

As I exhaled she grew a beautiful blue
halo of twirling, swirling, tinct
smoke rings.

'My death angel,'
thought I.

Then I ashed it too hard
on the brim of
the ashtray.

give up
on being
cool

From you to me it's only
about 2,455 miles.

We could both start now
and meet somewhere
in between

Or I could drop everything
and book a flight
Only for my airplane to
crash tonight.

But if I survive I'll still walk,
I'll meet you up in Seattle
before my death rattle.

Press yourself against me and
embrace my broken body.

**** me with your eyes,
stop my breath with your lips.

he's pacing under there, cant you hear?

ʇɥƃıɹ ʇou ʇsnſ s,ʇı 'ƃuoɹʍ ʇ,usı ʇɟǝl

I tell myself I'm sick of doing shots and then I wise up and do a shot of brandy to calm my qualms. After lighting another cigarette I forget all about what I was telling myself in the first place.

oh my beautiful,
so cramped up inside.
please don't cry.

Daydreams take me to the abandoned bridge
deep in the forgotten forests of Limerick.
I park up on the gravel and without bothering to lock
my doors I walk off along the path.
I know you'll be here soon so I pick up the pace and
ignore the dancing tree branches.
The great arches before me now, overgrown and full of
repose, my feet follow familiar slopes.
Fighting through the underbrush and overhanging
tangles of vines and foliage I glance behind.
There you are now strolling, just rounding the bend,
with eyes cast upwards towards the memories.
I ascend the final few feet and stride along the forgotten rails
atop the forever remembered bridge of bridges.
I close my eyes and breathe, then I look down in my hands and
I see I've brought jumper cables with me.
I hear you behind me now pushing through the thorny fingers
of brush ripping apart the dress you're wearing.
The dress I bought for you.
Our eyes meet and without saying a word or looking away
I rip the cables down the middle, one for each of us.
Silence ensues as we tie them around each other's necks,
making sure it's tight enough to make it hard to swallow.
I run my fingers through your hair.
You smile a sempiternal sadness.
We approach the railing along the edge of the disintegrated concrete
and tie the opposite ends of our jumper cables to the rusted steel.
I sit down on the edge and feel your thighs brush against me as you
join me at my side, and I feel your fingers find mine and entwine.
Thoughtless we lean forward into gravity,
and let it take us.

Suddenly, violently, nothing changes and we
lock eyes in acknowledgement.

Oh my, what a beautiful necktie.
Is that houndstooth, oh let me see.

So many women at the bar tonight
30-somethings giving me hungry eyes
40-somethings pleading for my attention
and a 23 year old with sky eyes ignoring me
I see her through the mirrors on the back of the bar
and she glances at my reflection ever so briefly
so I buy her a drink hoping she'll feel like
she owes me something or another
and she comes over and tells me
about her relationship with
her father and her mother

Then I drive home and hit a speed bump
that I've never noticed before

black sweaters
black tights
black jeans
black hair
black heels
black chucks
black socks
black jackets
black nails
black glasses
black eyes

"Yeah buddy, how've you been man?!"


"Let's forget that, want to talk about the things
we've forgotten?"

He looks at me analyzing, and perplexed by,
my intentions against the blank slate that is my face.

"Yeah! Right? Been trying hard to forget
this winter dude, the snow is killing me!"

Matt turns away, takes a slug and summons Vince over
in order to order a shot of cinnamon whiskey. I turn to
wheel of fortune and start counting letters in potential words
when I say

"I bet I've forgotten more things than you can remember"
"..."


"Excuse me?"

He turns back with fireball eyes and whiskey in his hand and
I'm startled by the voracity of his intoxication. Smiling yet totally
instigated he looks me in the eye, takes his shot and states

"are you ridiculing my memories man? You think you had it
harder than me?"
pointing at my chest
"Anyone can see how privileged you ******* are."

I shut up, turn back to wheel and practice my silence.
He drains his beer and steps out into the suffocating snow.
Beautiful snow.
I imagine stuffing great white handfuls of the wet stuff
into his face for all eternity.
Is the snow killing you now BUDDY?!
Lets talk about the weather MAN!!
Tell me all about it DUDE!

deglue deluge

as 'The Dark Tower' was King's "magnum opus"
it had an ending worth dwelling on.
and now he suffers over
not writing about Roland
as I continue to suffer over
having to write about you.

As if you were my "greatest achievement of an artist or writer"
I voluntarily chose not to move on,
long since alone under the covers.
I think back and remember when
you showed me how to forget lovers.

Yet as I practice the simple techniques
that you painstakingly taught me,
I can't help but remember
I'm trying to forget you.

Chinaski whispers to me

"Never try, never try"

I'm hanging limp on these words,
dangling before such expression

But it's Bandini that has me
breathless and freshly dead,
when he speaks in my head

"You are nobody, and I might
have been somebody, and the
road to each of us is love.”