Sunday, February 10, 2013

Morning wears a heavy metal t shirt.

When everything seems a bit fuzzy but quite alright. It is all about the practicing.

Saturday, February 09, 2013

Wednesday, February 06, 2013


eyes on bar light clear
a chameleons skin lives in your cornea
words quietly shine in my tender mouth
breathing in your sweetly bitter breath
fingers reaching talking in some different language
confusing and beautiful
I will drink you under the new moon hiding beneath fearful clouds
holding skin soft warm against denim
looped fingers in the city
the death in my ears ring while everything shines new
I fear the earth moving in my thighs
tender heart full of lust and need and clear eyed confusion
with your mouth reaching deep
lapping at every cells membrane
every veins river pulsing
every moist heart beat
leaving a barren fear that I will never be good at it again
death's quiet whisper rattling as I purr to the air being stolen
as you lay coins on my black eyes