Let’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 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 MoreHome. Where frustrations are familiar, the security of the well-known both comforting and restraining. A place littered with what’s been taken for granted. Intimacies disbanded, seconds grow into weeks of solitude and confinement of hands and thoughts. Restrained in the soft glow of old nights, it all feels distant, the routine dismissed as so often […]
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 MoreListless skies, forgotten moments in the hymnals of ardent passion, and a pinched indulgence soaked in salt, sweat, fire and clinging need. These forests shredded, seas left barren and desert winds driving razor granules into the tender – crimson rivulets coalesce as words fail; as night mercilessly chokes. Were there only a way to suspend […]
Read MoreOne stood near the edge of a concrete pedestal, a forgotten vessel for pleasant inebriation and, wrapped in the incandescent orange glow of the city, a story untold. Beside the pedestal, lazily set down near a spill of tangled vines, was a partner flute – not the same size or shape, but too close for […]
Read MoreNo. No, no, no, Goddamn it. Sink your teeth into this night and pull the sun from its brilliant murder of the horizon. Cancel the descent of night because she’s worth saving, worth the toss of a lifeline into the ocean of anonymity she threatens to drown you in. Are you so obviously average? The […]
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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