Bend me over,
He said, the counter looks so *****
Lets bend me over
But a bottle of fireball in my hand
I tell myself its my job to teach you a lesson.

You and your girlfriend, a few stories below
You and your daughters, your wives, your mothers
Be good to them.

I can't offer the seat across from me to you today
Because I wait for someone.
And as everyone around me touches legs
I know my beating membrane resides elsewhere.

I have found peace with not seeing
Or hearing your voice every day
So I just use it.
I sweat, glisten, pour
As large blackened hands reach for me
But I twirl so handsomely
Into my cocoon.


Can't help but ponder
If you stumble upon this site
Try to gage where I am at
By sight seeing my typed words
That I no longer send to you
Not to inflict hurt
But because I write for me
I know you have got that folder of my face
I hope you remember the essence, smell of me
On your neck and lips.
But for now, I sit alone.


New York City shining lights
Wait to fill my heart
Temporarily and it won't pain me
Because the Betrayer don't mean nothin' at all
What an experience it all is.

Pack the bags,
Text all morning,
I barely eat these days.
Chicago, LA, Chicago
Feeling hope and a new beginning
As I cry in the theatre
Nothing like moving art
Writing my name on the ceiling
I journey on.