I Trace Your Lips

I trace your lips with my fingerSuch pouty perfection in this faceI want to devour you right hereBut in public is not the proper placeSo I whisper one word: “tonight”& let you think upon that all dayYou’ll stew & simmer & imagineHow all this love will be conveyed

Drinking Black Coffee Out Of Delta Cups

Drinking black coffee out of Delta cupsThe cheap seats listening to Empire BurlesqueMixed metaphors crawling in the nightStill pondering why a raven is like a writing desk Dislodged tea parties & cries of NevermoreThe world swiftly swirling all around meReducing myself into my wordsHiding now within punctuation & necessity Unsure of our place in timeTriangulationsContinue reading “Drinking Black Coffee Out Of Delta Cups”

My Eye Keeps Twitching

My eye keeps twitching My soul being crushed by this stress No one wants to hear my bitching Pondering how to get out of this mess I’ve got to look out for #1 Everyone else is doing the same Need to survive until the setting sun I’ve always heard I’m in a losing game