Only Loyal To The Dead

Only loyal to the deadKeeping faith with those gone beforeThoughts hard to shake looseMy left foot dragging on the floorWhat did I drink last nightHer voice pounding in my headRegret fills me from withinI know I should have drank water instead

I’m Pounding These Keys

I’m pounding these keysTrying to create a landmarkSomething to last through timeA rhyme to set off a sudden sparkI’m vain in ways I won’t admitA schedule of words upon the pageFormulas/equations for me to disconnectMemories for after I’ve withered into age

SkyFall

  It’s not a crime to be pretty Wearing rented dresses, searching for a breadwinner Socialites & other plastic people No redeeming qualities, but she wants to be thinner Her vagina will accept almost anything Whether it be dollars, pounds, marks or kroner A consummate professional at all times She expects to be well paidContinue reading “SkyFall”