Drawn up from solitude with an addiction to promise, wait wait sweet soul and breath lust another day. Fire aura exploding with charnel decay, wait wait darling and crave love for today. Moving in rhythm sliding as one in night’s groan, wait wait baby and dream this away. Hands exploring the soft stuttering of will, […]
Read MoreWe shared the close breath, both in the quiet solace of release and the noisy satisfaction of killing hunger. Drinking the courage. Letting our atoms spill in every direction and flailing with wild hearts; there was little to be said in the darkness afterward. Tears glimmer and streak, surmounting Sisyphean hills of cheeks rounded by […]
Read MoreLet’s keep our fingers knotted, baby. Like the briar wrapped under the moon Let’s give in to the urge and swoon And sway to our own private tune. Let’s put ourselves together, baby. We knew how to once before When our future held much in store And affection lived at our core. Let’s kiss like […]
Read MoreThe unborn hopes of a future came to them as a child from the clouds. Arms spread and hovering benevolently over the still waters of their present, they stared in awe, hands held tight for the first time since their trouble began. “Is it possible this could happen?” he asked. She unlocked her fingers from […]
Read MoreBe my moon. Be my guide in the grain of dark. I can move with you, baby. We can milk the evening of song and breathe in unison under your glow. There’s home ahead, in the confused tangle of circumstance and failure. Light the way, baby. Find a way to bring me there, naked, palms […]
Read MoreHey. Shine a light on me. Hey, hey, son. Shine a light on me. I can’t be down any lower than when my soul fell free, so hey! Shine a light on me. Know these days end as waves crashing on night’s beach. Where time sticks like mud in the seabed’s reach. When day seems […]
Read MoreCup morning in fingers stretched to break skin. File days inside right angles, checked off, finite and clear in their expiry. Awaken with the ghosts of other lives clinging to the mind’s eye and shake them clear as dust from prominent shelves, brandished keepsakes maintained for the kind fetch of frivolous collectors, sycophants bathing in […]
Read MoreThey’re in the air, singing in whispers from a broken sleep, interrupted by moonshade and a think oil of unforgiving that courses through their bodies as if a heart still pumped, empty pistons of impulse counting cracked regrets. They pass right through you; vaporous trails of memory released from history by the random trick of […]
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