A Palpable Desire

A palpable desire Feeling it from deep within Drowning my anxiety Beneath 4 olives, vermouth & gin Supposed to be a functioning adult But I say bollocks to all that noise It wasn’t all that long ago, still Running the streets with the boys Though I dress better now The soul leaking through the cracks

Watching Them March You Down The Hall

Watching them march you down the hallEmpty auditoriums to drown out your wordsWriting out rants my mouth will never reciteThe world run not by the cool but angry nerds Step away and log out of their data systemsWe’ll send out love & peace in serial formNever trusted anyone with such confidenceWe’ll burn their egos to

No Matter How Bad The Day Is

No matter how bad the day isI’m always going to be here for youThe world will seek to destroy& They’re going to want to kill me tooAs long as we stand togetherWe’ll repel horrors too evil to describeOur love linked arm in armDrowning out their heinous diatribe

Manicured City Walls

  Manicured city wallsStomping through summer puddlesCuriosities of a finer lifeScorching rays, can’t help but befuddleRecoiling to the chaffy shadeSearching for the talisman of the stormKnowing we’re in for a futile calmWho could’ve predicted it’d be this warmBut we keep on pushing throughWicking precipitation from her summer gownEffort to remain a head aboveA damn shame

Finding Refuge In My Dreams

Finding refuge in my dreamsTraipsing through Baudelaire’s flowersI sing a silent dirge to my soulTracing her petals within Summer’s showerCaught in the currents of misstepsFormer words no longer voicedLightness of a delicate visionWe heard the morning’s rain rejoicePolitely declining a dreadful umbrellaWalking out, always been man enough to weepSoaked; tears all the way throughDrowning; maybe

Cavernous Depression Falling Down Without Truth

Cavernous depression falling down without truth Wet streets refracting the bitter twilight of the moon Trenches & overcoats pulled tight to repel the world A need for answers that cannot wait past this noon Try to place everything perfectly into its correct box Finding out the little control we have while we’re here Knowing the

I Know I’m High Maintenance

  I know I’m high maintenance Requiring a lot of attention, affection & affirmation But I return it all with utmost devotion Drowning out apathy’s lazy fulminations Not one to be quiet & demure She’s the lady I can’t refuse Always tempted by her presence Banners at the ready; sing out the news I contain

Frida Kahlo

  “I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.” – Frida Kahlo