She was there three nights ago, in my dreams. A sweet scent filled my head. Thoughts crammed into every space I have available within my body. Anger that I cannot contain drips out of my mouth and ass. Pain and hurt like watching my mother die. You can find me wrapping my face in cellophane some nights, just to imagine, just pretending; imagining ( Read more... )

the friend of a friend wakes up every morning looking out his window to meet the day, in a home he'll never pay off before he passes away. the debt grows as he gets old. forty years left to go, only eight thousand dollars in his bank account at all times, never less, sometimes more. sad sad sad how success to him is a great failure to most ( Read more... )

i climb the stairs and imagine there's no one up there. the stairs lead to my bedroom, my bed leads to fascinating vivid dreams. voices floating around, lulling me to deeper recesses in my imagination. i climb deep into a quiet space in my mind and regurgitate feelings full of bliss and beauty. as i purge into my hands i grab soft, warm, minced ( Read more... )

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i write ( Read more... )

sitting in my trailer for three years ( Read more... )

The wisp of my words trail like smoke signals from my mouth. Lifting softly into the sky, becoming invisible clouds of thought. I lift my brass cup to the heavens and wait for G-D to bless my every sip. Looking and desperate for the sky to open up and for a single finger to rub the lip of my chalice. As my arm gets tired, images of a crucifixion ( Read more... )

he sits in a corner booth ( Read more... )

i wanted to ask what was wrong, i didn't though. i know i should have. turning over to face the bedroom door i heard you moaning. my body shifts over so that my eyes may glance at you once more before falling sleep. your back pores start spilling hair out of them. you tell me to run, i think this is a dream, so i stay. that familiar bloodshot ( Read more... )

my larynx creates an invisible moist tone that lays across your skin. the more i talk the warmer this room gets. it's almost winter, and i'm lead to believe that i should save the best conversations that i would like to have for last. for precisely before the end, to show i still have what i once had, that euphoria "we just met" talk. where every ( Read more... )