Pillows and Prayers
On your knees To please You get wet. You touch. I shudder. Your lips move. Your eyes glisten Mixed with the moisture Of anticipation As you prepare To take me Beyond the loss Of self And self-control....
View ArticleThe Final Cut
After the flop The one thought In my head The turn with Jack D And the river for a bed. I sit at the table Across from you. I’m all in A worn down shoe. The ripped tongue A deck wrecked Shoulders...
View ArticleAnd You Are Beautiful To Me
And you are beautiful to me. When future scars From wishing stars Dig deep and cause to weep I could not deny With each passing breath and kiss The path of least resistance twist. A near impossible...
View ArticleOn Dying For One’s Art And Writing A Best Seller
I try to be positive I try to be kind. I see nothing before me But letters to grind. I simply survive To exist without hope. It’s hardly romantic I barely can cope. Suffering for art. It is what...
View ArticleThe Piano Master
Sick to the score The piano master’s face Pierces my soul. Each shard of innocent melody Haunts my waking moments As sleep threatens my sensibility. This is no time for rhyme. This is no time of mine....
View ArticleThe Breakfast Club
Alone I check my phone. The rapid fire of a Bell ringtone Triggers inside An inward groan. Shattered I switch on the radio. My legs unsteady My stomach empty. Back on the baseline I begin the routine...
View ArticleOn Love and Keeping The World At Bay
I look to the clock. 3:10 a.m. I begin to take stock. We cuddle We fumble And we muddle through. There are no rules No directions No signposts No clues. The happenstance And the dead fog of chance...
View ArticleBlack Tie and Breakfast
A relic A renegade From a wreck of a life I made. As I splash water on my face And avoid the confirming Grimace in the mirror A look of something I should have left unsaid. I see no reason to upset you...
View ArticleOn Age Rage and Growing Old
I’m worthless I’m past it I’m over I’m done Or so it feels like I’m told The last lap but one. A discard from an age That everyone now says Was cool and such fun. Wrung by the young My skin it palls...
View ArticleOn Writing, Madness and the Impact of Past
… own protection. Because from madness The badness extends With no intent Or meant to harm us Its charm cashed and overspent. My writing. I admit I am all Over it. There I’ve said it. I grin And bear...
View ArticleThe Day the Rain Came
The day the rain came Nothing changed. My situation stayed the same. I look to obscurity My back racked Insolvent with the draft of creation And thoughts The dolls house surrendered To the childhood I...
View ArticleA Rock and Roll Death
Pass me a towel I’m ready to throw Hotel room, Jack Daniels Playboy bunny in tow. Uniforms and toys And stretch marks that glow Where the rope starts to burn And a sink full of blow. Not for me an old...
View ArticleIncident at Cee
The cracked back The splintered hand My thoughts still water Despite dry land As I recall why you object To this wreck My pulse and heartbeat checked The joy, relief The tears you wept The day I kept...
View ArticleOn Kittens, God And The Infinite Specific
The indentation on my knees mark the skin Give no indication of where I have been How far I have come What I have seen. My clothes are heaped And strewn on the floor And lie where I came on in. You...
View ArticleAs Luck Would Have It (Work In Progress: Edit April 13)
There is stillness A certain eloquence of breath In these my quieter moments When I can hear Within my garret of lies Concealed beneath a subterfuge of sky Continuing to feed each liability The latent...
View ArticleThe Confidential Hour
A fool to infinity Spine wise The sidelong drift In the spindles of Each confidential hour The feeling reeling Makes it hard to tell Which one of us is leaving. Sin if you will Believe this too If I...
View ArticleIn Praise of Age and Recycling the Past
If you think I envy Your youth and your ties Your insane chatter Your lows and your highs I won’t apologise For raising my eyes For being here first Of this I advise In denigration of age My demise Has...
View ArticleJust Dust
Another picture posted. Your preference of favourite manhood Pricks my sullen eyes. I circle flat I smash mirrors I feed then put out the cat. I’m just dust. Cold to the core In the wake of oppression...
View ArticleThe Wordsmith Mechanic
The disparaging looks Of out of print books Makes me question the time I spend writing. I’m learning tricks. I kick the brick. My notions of poetry Do not fit the lick Of literary journals The stick of...
View ArticleThe Baltic Crunch
The Baltic Crunch 2013 Exhibit 1 – Waiting at the Gate I shuffle my feet In an attempt to find heat My toes numb My fingertips sleep Pushed deep in my pockets The corner of my eye Starts to weep from...
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