Lady Luck ( Read more... )

Lime green and yellow lights blur

The mustard on my jacket stains while I cram to look

Behind me

The speeding years

The dulling fury

The rue still burning encased as

A tear paddles away from my cheek

Hands fresh and dimpled

Bent to take a photo

Of the time between times

Will I leave you for forever when I can’t look back?

A swig of sloshing wrongs

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The fragrence licks the air in front of me ( Read more... )

It’s an impossible fall,

Under lights of possibilities,

He walks away

Steep hill of concrete

Alone on his back

A twisting shape of agony

Regret as a following

Whipped by the air on your neck

Running from what, I can’t let you forget.

I don’t want to say it, it hurts too much

So just forget it, let me take it away and keep it.

In time.

Move free
Between the sheets.
Tumble dry low, a lover.
Closing the space between us,
Ballet on concrete.
It’s not as beautiful as the 8 year old thinks.
I’ll be honest this time,
I swear.
I don't love you.

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You walk along the bank of that CA sunrise
I stare at you from the eroding hillside
The tips of your lips are dry
My hands are small and sweating
Behind the broken retinas I find someone else
She is dancing in sunlight
Her leg breaks and your eyes water
Absorbing the twisted regret that breathes in my torso
I walk away
You look up at the crumbling hillside
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I kick you when we sleep.
I bite your ears.
I flick your tail awake.
You know that I love you more than any
one
thing.
I roll over while we bathe in the sunlight that casts shadows in our bed.
I take advantage of you while your groggy eyes adjust.
You are my lover,
while you hunt flies in the grass.
I stuff my face in your brilliant coat,
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Clear the film from my eyes ( Read more... )

Melted trains, transportation.
Sewage breathing, bodies.
Life is so begiling,
in this tietor-totter crimson sun,
we've been born from.
Without a lite to spark to white,
I'll do my best with bark and breasts.
Long sounds that linger,
bouncing off of the hollow chords in the places you live.
No taste.
Finding her. 
Match in her sweaty hands she drops it on ( Read more... )