Where's my money fuckboy? Sounds like a Vietnamese marriage proposal and fuckboy doesn't look like the marrying type. Funny how the simplest of things can lead you to the most complex and oftentimes, painful of places. I stand by watching half-heartedly, hands in my coat pockets, I can never seem to get warm enough. Brutus wants what's his, ( Read more... )

I sit in a corner booth at The Matador Lounge, stale stink of cigarettes, cheap booze and shriveled spirits fills my lungs. A slimy burger with fries covered in green chili tries to do the same for my gut. Something sticky and yellow keeps trying to cling to the seat of my trousers. In the booth to the right of me, this broad talks about her ( Read more... )

You with hair that smelled like a hawaiian ocean. That red smile with its crooked joy, dancing on graves to train wreck symphonies. Naked nights in the black, always slinking back to the flames. Blood stain art on bed sheets from when I smashed into you. You'd laugh at the bruises across your tits, saying they looked liked jelly spots. The morning ( Read more... )

I sit on this hard leather seat, staring out a cold window, watching a strange sedentary world pass by. Dark empty houses... lifeless, yet more alive than I. This vice of loneliness choking my heart. Wondering just how I ended up this way, where both my best friend and my worst enemy live inside me. I fall back on memories of you to make it less ( Read more... )

Sometimes a simple melody will break my heart into a million pieces. I remember one time sitting in a tiny train station outside of New Orleans just looking at the sky as it changed color, the sun readying itself for sleep, while the moon slowly rose from its slumber. This old blind man was helped to a bench a couple yards away from me by someone ( Read more... )

It's so easy to revisit this place, to fall into its dark embrace. A lifetime is hard to shake. But I don't want the keys to these gates anymore. I want to be touched by light. To know that I'm somehow above it, that there's something worthwhile in these spanish bones, in this velvet skin. As usual, these whispers fade as the tide comes back for me ( Read more... )

I sit in this black car waiting for the usual dark to happen, knowing that somewhere at this exact moment there is light, laughter and affection far from me ( Read more... )

The street looks sexy, like the wet pink secrets of Risquewritings. I pull over, crank up the radio, and run out to greet the water. Rain Rain DON'T ever go away! Stay with me everyday! I lie down in the middle of the street, letting angel tears bathe me. It's such a magical moment. I taste the flamenco serenade coming from my car. I feel soft ( Read more... )

I spent a couple of hours at the train station, sitting in the shade by the tracks.. waving at the metrolink trains as they passed me by. Friggin jaded commuters, none waved back. But the friendly train staff did. Wooo hoooo. I remember putting melons and cantaloupes on train tracks when I was a child, hoping to see them go booooooom as the trains ( Read more... )

I crave the joy I get from watching her sleep ( Read more... )