Satan was swinging over me
the seduction of solitude
ever encroaching into my slippery thoughts.

I'm in a race to retrace back to what I forgot
but in a effort diluted by my distraction
I will surely rot
before I arrive to the place
where I might get off.

I missed the last stop with eyes
heavy with wine and sleep
and the poisonous concoctions
I so eagerly drink

Just a momentary quenching;
simply sated for the moment.

Chapped lips and a rattly voice
this is the brink of atonement.

There is a man on a stage
three feet from a crowd who gazes on
clearly enraged
though nonetheless engaged.

He is rabid with malice
and a darkness in his heart
tainted blood in his chalice

this coal will never spark.

c.e.m. 11.24.2014

You were the highest key
on the piano, so sweet and so pure

You are an aimless nap,
casual and languid,
Cozy but dangerous

In the gray wash of the day,
you're a single red balloon,
floating, floating
toward nothing, toward
oblivion

A sly-eyed persona,
an ombre-d smile and
a heart mixed with lemon, sour
but sweet


An afternoon green and airy,
and my mind is full of you,
destructive but beautiful,
I wish I could fix this for you,
I would fix this for you

You're the lucky eyelash and
the smell of woodsmoke in Winter
a warm, windy anecdote
when the sun sets early

You smell of roses,
an irrisistable aroma of
beauty,

You don't know how to love
and that is okay, and I am okay
because girls with a sly-eyed personas
and who smell of roses,
are girls who linger in daydreams and
who smile sleepy smiles
and know the best music

Girls like you, cozy and
Dangerous,
are girls that I paint,
so dark
and
mysterious