Have's verses the have not's.
Hickies on my bones
In a thousand candlelit rooms
Soda pop and snowglobes
I haven't had time to loose my mind
Fragmented glimpses of solar plexus'
Waning gibbous' in the spring
Held your bare soul
with my eyes closed
Catharsis at sundown
Sometimes I feel more alone
Your hanging words were carved in
stone in sleek shards of abalone
cold to wrap my ribs around
It's a cycle of regressing into the
future
The consciousness of lack
Relapsing memoirs
Secrets for the dreaded end to
receive silently
Watching flowers grow
Purity rings or pregnant at 16
A born romantic who lost their
virginity to the dashboard light
Sidewalk slants like tectonic
plates tripping into the night
Weary limbed and still wide eyed
City to city
Passing through the signs of roads
has left me feeling like a gypsy
Boxes of my favorite things I
loose a little more along every
place until I've lost everything
Receptive to the voices in the rain
singing solace to your pain
I wipe off of foggy mirrors in
hotel rooms
Sleeping on the floor
"Carpe noctem" and such said
slurs under a draped porch sitting
on the stairs
Black widow spider silk along
the wall's and
a thousand days faded to setting
suns
the starry rays all are gone
Asteroid belt in a handful
Like teeth, a smile that's
crooked and bent beneath
curled lips chapped and spent
filling the spaces between the
gaps.