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All I see
are empty pleading eyes
everywhere
men and women
dig their knives into one another
callous tries to make someone hurt
just to feel something
maybe if i make you bleed
i will feel something
like a thin and formless
sticky prophylactic in a garbage bin
A phone rings in a
whitewashed room
and it is never answered.
A face falls in line
with feautureless compatriots
and a soul will never know the difference
Fight your instincts
reconsider your priorities
or you’ll be better off alone.
Everyday Like Some Day
Some days wind down
like a marble down a spiral staircase.
Some days I wonder if
I will hate your name forever
when I’ll get a chance to look you in the eye
and say the words that make you hurt
like a child knows his parents’ disfavor.
Some days I remember that
my ghost of you means more to me
than your wicked smile ever did.
Some day I’ll forgive you
Well, at least forget you.
SO FUCKING
Chairs with luxurious upholsteries
Like a sleeping dragon breathing out slow smoke
A manly tradition spanning decades:
Smoking a pipe is
SO FUCKING CLASSY!
You have no idea.
A single smooth tendril
Curls around my body,
A milky tentacle of smoke
or the gentle caress of a lover’s ghost.
The smell of dewy grass while you
dig your knees into the soil
inhaling one another in kisses
in the soil in twilight
while autumn creeps upon the summer
as the stars upon this endless day.
If I could tell that young man just one thing:
Walk away, never look back
you’ve seen the mountaintop
it’s only downwards from here.
Fire! Burn!
There is no escape
As fire sparks across your brow
Let the rage consume