Self-Immolation ( Read more... )

There is something here.
Something sad and something quiet.
That rolls into the city
On the storms.

It rides the cold front south
Dipping to earth on icy rain.
Slithering into the smoke
Of cigarettes burned to the filter.

A deep inhale
A sigh
And it enters my lungs
Before becoming an
Unwelcome guest in my heart

one old...one new ( Read more... )

Burn Out ( Read more... )

if i could be any word
i would be fuck

the breathy, final f
pearly teeth pressed
to the warm flesh of lips
the hot rush of air
jaw dropping
a ha, a sigh

an expulsion of
all things frustrating
summed in a rush

and with a click
of a ka
the passage to that
wicked place closes