The kiss on my cheek, I lay quiet, pulling the heavy duvet over my crunched body becoming something more of a bean than a being: and soft and soft and soft and soft all four quickly in succession across the thin, David Bowie shape of my jaw it's impossible to tell which is what or … Continue reading Kiss (x4)
As a quick note: I'm scribbling furiously so as not to lose any bit of my intention I caught it running circles somewhere in my chest I grabbed it and now am forcing it onto paper: As a quick note: You are lovely from top to bottom and from bottom left to bottom right and … Continue reading A Quick Note
It's the comedown of it all. the after splash, falling back, air rushing out of faux down, feeling the thought rush in, remembering that sweat is a response to heat not a cause of it. That natural occurrences are sometimes all that are needed to peel our psyche away from the glass of existence and … Continue reading What’s Beautiful
"That's how it all gets out, kid." "What?" "I said, that's how it all gets out. You know? The scum of life, that's how you get it out." "How do you know?" "My son of a bitch father taught me, well before I was a twenty-something drunk prick like you." "And you hated him, but … Continue reading Buff
Sat back in a chair, mid-day summer heat, it's all burning up, choked up, silent summer smoke. Black metal roasting the seat of your pants. there are no birds on these wires, out far, somewhere in the distance out of sight you can hear them pressing together pressing sputtered air out of their intense fragile … Continue reading Heat
you do your make-up well you know? it’s hard to say exactly how or why I “know” that but there’s something that is artistic in the way that you have your face done up. it makes the flick of your eyes, the way I see them move across someone else’s face, studying endlessly the subtle … Continue reading The Pearl Against The Gloss
I'm quietly looping A race car driver Turning the left curves of my mind Tracing and racing my way to the solution of us The solution of who you and I could be Knowing that something magnetic Is pulling me ever closer to you To your lips Your teeth To your tongue To the sound … Continue reading The Solution of Us
Do not fear me. And do not fear you. But do not be afraid to fear the intimacy of death. For there is something delicious roasting on the fire. There is a morsel of something Left for you by the fisherman Long gone to bed And the clock has struck some ungodly Single chime And … Continue reading The Intimacy of Death
If sex were drinking, you would know that I am a finger of whiskey poured at arm's length into a rocks glass tossed down the throat, A burn in the gut some instant of fire a celebration of a moment that lingers in the mind. If sex were conversation, you would know that I'm a … Continue reading If Sex Were Something Else…
In front of me lies a vast expanse of finite offness, I can see a far off spot of light, Something distant as if it had been scattered across the plain of my view With it a parallel dream of my past existence Something looping quietly, dreamlike in a plane unknown where a threshold of … Continue reading Siezed in the Night
