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Just a state of mind.
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For three nights
straight
I lick the
whiskey from my lips,
That sour
serenade like fruitcake.
So out of
character, I know.
But do ..
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The
firmness of her upper outer thigh
In the
softness of my drunken fingers.
The warm
breath of my wit in her ear,
My nose
among her ..
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I am weightless
and free
Still
Crushing and
crushed
With
unburden-able burden
Yearning for
flight
Yet,
Co-dependent
with gr..
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I need
something fresh
I’ve been
sitting here too long
What use is
a refresher
When I’ve
been living wrong
I always
l..
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I saw the
light of her smile,
Through
unreliable eyes, but
I could not
say if she smiled for me.
Did I want
her?
I did.
Did I go ..
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When I sneeze,
I cannot help but think;
That maybe my breath wants its freedom too.
The dust falls,
I cannot help but think;
Of t..
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How I fear the heart of change, and
The seemingly endless drag
Of a vacant hope estranged.
To hope for death-
And to kill, exemplary.
..
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The girl closes the front
door in the late afternoon, the handle turned all the way to avoid the sound of
the latch against the strike p..
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Where is the heart that lets me break like waves,
Lets me wake with a start
To the winter sun’s haze;
Lets me break on the shore of an in..
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