clutching my crumbling holy relic,
that trace of her final kiss
still rippling across addicted lips,
rise to find shelter,
move it safe from noise and smoke

stumbling through shadows,
like uneven, forgotten lumber
patching gut shot with used bandages
the faded, drunken hymns of heart flung sadness
hang along Cahuenga Avenue, old and overplayed
wilted spider silk across a concrete violin

each parking meter my next crutch,
arguing with stoic streetlights,
giving their cold flicker that same
blood stained sermon,
self same pity, worn and overused

from edge of a coin I’ll scratch out her name,
from a nightman’s club the darkness can fall,
from the corner of my eye she’ll melt away,
from the skin of my teeth I’ll feel the dawn crack
and learn, again,
to crawl

SAYING WORDS JUST FOR FUN

ISN’T VERY SMART

SAVE YOUR WORDS FOR GOOD

AND SPEAK FROM YOUR HEART


DON’T SPEAK WHATEVER YOU THINK

FOR YOU THINK FASTER THAN YOU TALK

AND FEELINGS ARE HURT IN A BLINK

BECAUSE YOU SAID WHAT YOU THOUGHT


SOMETIMES HONESTY IS A GOOD THING

DON’T THINK YOU SHOULD EVER LIE.

BUT NOT BEING SO OUTSPOKEN

IS SOMETIMES WHAT IS RIGHT.


BUT I’M DONE TALKING NOW

I NEED TO SAY NO MORE

I WILL TAKE MY FINAL BOW

AND WALK AWAY SAYING NO MORE

All I know
That I was drunk
By the hallucinations
Of your looks of your touch
Of your soothing mystery
I didn’t know much
Yet I know
That I loved you
With my heart in rich force
Mingled with yours
You overlooked
You never bothered
And here I’m
Waiting again
To be touched to be felt
To be known again
In a land
Of your mystery looks