I listen to the pitter patter of pumping blood
like summer rain on a satin roof
my ear set to the perfect patch of flesh
made by your white v neck.
I can smell your twenty dollar perfume
warmed up and almost ran through its fragrance.
I'm flattered
you put it on just for me.
That K-mart bottle will be forever linked with you.
I let my breathe show the path of least resistance
as it follows the flow up your chest.
I don't want to draw blood
being a vampire is overrated by pop culture
and my teeth sketch lightly
dull skates on a frozen pond.
We both taste like whiskey.
I'll take you poured over two rocks
with a dash of coke.

The poisonous cherries have blossomed outside my pane.
and with a deadly tilt out my second story window
I can kiss their blushing hearts.
I lean over and out
and smell spring
Rain,
Dirt,
Fever,
Love,
in the air.
I’m another mutt howling in heat
gift me with your treat
another blushing heart with beat.
Cherry blossoms dripping rain
liquid fragrance feast.
I’ll kiss your petals.
Secret meadows
bring me spring fever satisfaction.

Self satisfied hipster ******
immaculately disheveled
crawl up anarchy patched
and retro fitted
from every bagel shmear
coffee house hell hole.
I hope this whole district gets fire bombed
leaving only the book store
so I can sit here in peace.

Pendulum hours spring slow forward
seasons swaying trigger festivals
and the dancing banners
on windy streets
spell sales
for slack jawed jugglers
eager to pedal wears to the weary
under the growing sun of a dieing season.
I am a beast in the cage of these streets
one way bars holding back barbarism.
My snarling is better suited for the trees
my guttural bark out car doors at street performers
better suited for stick beaten drum circles
spinning madly under the moon.
I lap from the sewer grates like a lost dog
too proud to die their like my hero
on a post above
to me
the raven quoth, what a bore.
Only men behind electric glass have seen me
on drunken nights
I confess my heart
and dance away my soul(s)
before their iron eye.
In this city I do not sleep
my heart glides to grassy groves
when my eyes close
to lock out the bright and unending
street lights that are suspending
my cowards heart above the darkness i still fear.
I am a child
take me to where the wild things are.

The lightbulbs shine the sheen hurts my eyes as my lids gradually close.
The weight of my body and my head and my neck bring the desk into meeting my nose.
For one second I let my eyes rest and recharge and rejuvenate and replenish and renew and re-
**** up,
its been too long.
I lean on my hand and try once again to cheat this sleep and be strong.
I want to learn and the teacher is good, but exhaustion is taking control.
I've been going so long, not following along, I can't last this whole class long.
So I wrote this poem to tell the world that I didn't mean to sleep,
but I can't overcome the weight of it all, again my face and the desk did meet.

When he puts his mask on he's nice and caring
he will ask you how you are and offer his advice at any time
his mask is soft and warm
he will be generous
he will kiss you
he will know everything about you
he will buy you things
he will be romantic
and you will think he actually loves you
but don't fall for it
for his mask
he's not really like that
not at all
under that mask is something completely different all together
he will spit
he will growl
he will lie
his face is sharp and defined
he will reject you and point out your faults
he will use you
he will abuse you
so watch out for him
because he is out there
waiting
for his next lover