If you want to feel something profound,
I'll split like a fork on the freeway.
I'm sure you'll make a sound

I know, I'm visibly in shambles.
I took some time off to
ride 101 South, headed towards a
****** Holiday.
What can't be cured, can be endured.
I have a soul of discretion.
I assure you the road
is bumpy, but if you come with me,
I will lay your life in my soft hands.

whit doves
bart simpson
but the best were Green Naked Ladies.
glistening like a Star on
Hollywood Boulevard
not even the
moon was as
high as me

There is no physical touch nor
sight of you right before my very eyes.
Miles and miles apart we are.
My hand goes down,
slips through my pants
and I pretend you're there.

I love the way the honeymoon light glows.
I was madly in love with Him.
I was absolutely infatuated with Her.
I was melted like wax for Them.
Several months went by
and we were like dissolving Shaggy Manes.
All that was left were black stains on
my heart from the spores Ink.
I loved our honeymoon.

I want your clothes to know my scent
I want your bed to know my curves
I want your house to know my energy
above all..
I want you to know how I feel inside.

Classified
Self-Mutilator
at best,
my toxic body oozes black tar.
When mistakes are made
they form
Into ghosts.
But I,
I stare at the Munch.
I pour my blood into a cup
ingestion without filtration
 that's the mistake.
And it cycles.
A broken-hearted soul
with a hidden screaming face,
I was never breath taking
like the
Birth of Venus.
No,
Just layered with
thick sadness
like oils on your canvas.
A mixture of the deepest black with the dullest blue
Expelling
from my mouth
a bulimic on a binge.
I stare at the Munch,
wondering if these
cocktails of
Regret
      will ever
           dissipate.