Chloe

Chloe Jul 2014

She’s the shadow to their light.
Darkness colored her fingernails.
The polish glossed over the surface
blacking out any possible entrance.

Tinted glasses closed her off from
the stares of the self-righteous
who saw only bad habits
a dark appearance
and criminal activity
in the way she stepped.

Tremendous rage swelled in her fists
and quelled any rational thought.
She kicked at asphalt, eager for a fight.
An entire war of battle cries choked her lungs.
As the compulsion to break and be broken
snaked up the narrow passage of her throat.

She shattered her skull
in the hopes of finding clarity.

Chloe Jun 2014

Secrets in Pockets

Front jean pockets,
I have found, will
often be cluttered
with infinite secrets
of past, present, future.
We mainly carry these secrets
near the hips and pelvis.
So as we walk,
hood forward
neck bent,
head down,
ruminating, pondering;
our hands can broodingly slip
into the soft concealment
made from denim and dye.
To worry at the mistakes
in solitude, out of eyesight.

Jun 2014

Sjr1000

Access to Excess

Access to excess
holds you tight
in its vice.

It starts off
it always feels so right
filled with promise and abundance
walking into that casino
loaded with cash
scoring the bag at Christine's
weekly motel
one more dab will do you.
She knocks on your door
and only wants you
the night is filled with promises too.

Is this any different
then gluttonous
billionaires hoarding what they can
it's never enough
while the rest of us drown.

The waiting, waiting, waiting
for it to come through
there's that too.

Access to excess
has this advice:
"I'll deal with it later"
and
"One more time. "

Drip, drip, drip
blood
triggered rush
images and cravings
euphoric memories
kaleidoscope
in
one body rush
after another
until there is no more living
in
your own skin.

Rubbing your self raw
to get back to that moment
when you first walked in
when abundance
was real
and
access to excess
was all you could feel.
What a moment of exhilaration.

Of course there are these bonuses too
ending up
with total deprivation
"incomprehensible
demoralization"

Locked in a porta-*****
with a guy and a pipe
out of money
out of time
out of consciousness

Access to excess
what are we gonna do
now.

Chloe Jun 2014

Youth and Reckless Behavior

You’ll take my hand; I’ll hop on your back.
The dusky colors break our cognitive track.

We’ll set flame to the dying ember.
Maybe get lost in nights of September.

Dim streetlights strobe and flicker.
Our distant minds struggle to decipher.

Cherry tip glow and smoky lips.
Pressing each memory against fingertips.

Heavy lidded eyes deep as an abyss.
Weak replicas of things we miss.

Human interaction of subtle relations.
Overstimulating our everyday emotions.

Wandering to destinations by detour.
Such is youth and reckless behavior.

Chloe Jun 2014

6/24/14

I drink spirits at night
letting my phantoms
haunt me once more.

Chloe Jun 2014

In the Dark

The darkness softens the edges,
of razor sharp ledges.
It strips away vision,
while creating the incision.
That separates the night,
away from the light.

Chloe Jun 2014

The Color Blue

I simply love blue.
It's the sea we plunge into.
The constellations absently traced.
Tremors of ice around my waist.
Hushed oblivion anchored in sleep.
Fragile tears we openly weep.
Canvas skies with crystal cotton.
Oceanic tides that calm and soften.