she found dirt with her fingers
on your leg
she laughed and didn't care
how would you split this she says
her smile angled like an anchor
sharp while plunging downward
to her dirty dingy lap apron
ass half-cracked visible thong
she ashes and swallows turtle soup
in a haunted sweaty hotel room
teardrop sweat stains on the carpets and walls and covers
dingy dignity at best her knees bleed
she takes the twenty
and leaves
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
'There's more to man than the liquor and the lust'
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she laughs as she scratches my chest
eyes below my waist she says
you know you're kinda Bowie
scratches a lot harder
a red line below the waist
turns her finger right to crash into my hip
I involuntarily arch and smile while
asking
what do you mean
like Hemingway
a few words mean everything
"take the guitar
and leave the girl"
I venture one kiss for the lips
one for the neck lean and one for each leg
look her in the eyes and soften
Saturday, August 20, 2011
the devil always carries change
ever wanted someone to just destroy you?
ever felt devastated by long-distance love or
disassociated
emails?
listening to sad songs
angry
crying
driving and yelling
all the fools
the assholes
this rage...
breaking glass thoughts
fire on the brain
cracking bones on display
this flesh is as weak
as this spirit is transparent
as the transmissions are lost
static is all that's left
ever felt devastated by long-distance love or
disassociated
emails?
listening to sad songs
angry
crying
driving and yelling
all the fools
the assholes
this rage...
breaking glass thoughts
fire on the brain
cracking bones on display
this flesh is as weak
as this spirit is transparent
as the transmissions are lost
static is all that's left
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Fame is a game and you are beautiful
why should I doubt anything you whisper to me
all of your breath on my neck seems true like kisses from relatives
like what confusing touches mean like thinking of a means to an end
shut up she says
off stage I hear violins shuffling strings heroic strokes
like lips strumming after mornings that you claim
you forgot
good night whispers and insufficient promises
she touches your face and thinks she is
lost looking at your flesh go blank
mornings of consistency fail to inspire you to kiss
girls you have never met
xoxo
simply not relevant
anymore
all of your breath on my neck seems true like kisses from relatives
like what confusing touches mean like thinking of a means to an end
shut up she says
off stage I hear violins shuffling strings heroic strokes
like lips strumming after mornings that you claim
you forgot
good night whispers and insufficient promises
she touches your face and thinks she is
lost looking at your flesh go blank
mornings of consistency fail to inspire you to kiss
girls you have never met
xoxo
simply not relevant
anymore
Thursday, August 11, 2011
wax melted wings
it sounds like the bottle lead her to Christ
like crystals lead her to talks with angels
gem-like barlights shining like a revelation
inside a train station mind
she cried one more time as
words and songs and God failed her
dancing broken glass as her head collapsed
her eyewear bounced against the ground
her vision narrowing on sparkling shards
moving towards God in a bar
her heart stopped
whiskey soaked hands gripping a sticky table top
alone and no clarity offered by God or crystals or songs
just another folk singer in brown
just another forgotten strummer for the lovelorn
just another plastic visionary for the quarter bin
but some
still sing her songs
just
not her
like crystals lead her to talks with angels
gem-like barlights shining like a revelation
inside a train station mind
she cried one more time as
words and songs and God failed her
dancing broken glass as her head collapsed
her eyewear bounced against the ground
her vision narrowing on sparkling shards
moving towards God in a bar
her heart stopped
whiskey soaked hands gripping a sticky table top
alone and no clarity offered by God or crystals or songs
just another folk singer in brown
just another forgotten strummer for the lovelorn
just another plastic visionary for the quarter bin
but some
still sing her songs
just
not her
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