Standing in the ally to meet a backstreet ***** grinder
With barbed wire wrapped around my ankles,
Lord knows my day could have started out kinder,
And all the Marlboro's under my boot-heels are tangled,
And I found her there with her contagious smile
Even her half-finished glaze that she does twice
Is so infectious and temptingly concise,
It's like a love-letter she writes on the back of your eyelids,
See it glowing in the dark in shades of turquoise, it forbids
Crying out that on one else will ever read it,
Because lots of people want that, few of them need it.

-Jamie F. Nugent

My security  blanket
Is full of anthrax
Not sure when
Or how that happened
Maybe it's always
Been killing me
I wish I hadn't noticed.

I didn’t shower this morning.
That’s fine since
I intend
to bathe in sin
come evening.

the tessellated tile floor of my existence,
once alabaster white
has sullied under the steps
of a muddied life
spent wading in the river bank
attempting to coalesce
a series of seemingly random events
into a fabricated web
spun of the finest thread.
only to find the ephemeral now
a fractious flowing river
so violent and cold
from the melting spring snow,
whitewater breaks
against primordial stone
like titan thunder atop olympus,
rattling our bones
because legends follow entropy
but chronos begets chaos in mythology.

Ha silly
How benign
You do appear
But it's not true
You are quite savage
Too bad for those
Who knew too little.

To be honest
I don't think
we will ever meet again
at least not in this world
perhaps in the next
if there is an eternity
to wander about
we'll stumble upon each other
not sure what I would say
or what you might
which of course is why
I don't just
look for you here.