Writing

From under my torn beret, I surveyed my poem’s travels From cold hand to air to puddle To dancing petroleum stains, to filth, to suburb..

After blazing leaves of pleasure In a labyrinth I walked Pressured to discover exits But wanting to discover none. In my mind I raced th..

Sitting at a chill cafe, Under the spell of good jazz, I felt a bohemian thread Bind the vessels in my heart And I thought of trinkets, c..

There is a mischievous gypsy That cheats my fate with her cards, That makes me believe the moon Drew good omens on my palm, That talks of..

There is bittersweet agony When cutting open a path To live and write To walk while loving another With the freedom one loves art, An..

In a fantasy Bohemian, The Sun betrayed the sky, Abandoned it to cold, to grim and dark, Took all his anklets, his hamsas and his rays And..

I have come to face my nemesis As she roams through paper woods, Swims in aqueous lakes of words, Builds for metaphors their nests. Agile..

Opium is an angel of existence, The Romantics loved it so; It builds a kaleidoscope Out of the greed in my eyes. My vantage point is surr..

I know nothing Of the red flesh of a heart, Of epiphanies that cut it. My expertise is sapphire, Semi liquid Like the ocean during sto..

Should I take another hit? This here is the brim of sane, Right here, The space that my knees erase When I fight to hold in piss. I wo..

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