she said there was no heaven i asked her what she would go after she said to the mall
Category: Poetry
messy lap
these eyes will never fall from yours as we walk across moons walk across seas will swim towards land float through open trenches to your arms; frosting- level heads bang like coconuts
feeding criminal
breaking bread with a criminal feeding blood and salt from personal pantries critters self to self feeding beyond fill spewing bones like seeds from popeye's mouth love won't you be free from their violent chains
heavy loader
it is not a shocker to see it all come down crashing crashing crashing into a wall before we toon out
my hero said
you want to be a hero a cape in a closet a mask at the playground jumping off a plastic slide flying like a swing the bad guys weren't present
hands and knees
they begged for change and they got bills
suneater
they say he reached out and grabbed it took a bite and put it back
years before weeks
future tense was your only sense so you payed twice the cents; the river in front of your feet was too close could only see trout in the stretch- bless these knees for that jump will be incredible to chance the ending before the wicked pending
taking instead of leaving
blaming me for it all seeking instead of hiding and i'll be long after i pass
igor
transfused: bleeding finger tips over your tan washed drum kit dragging your worship like a rotting corpse. early on sundays to meet before wandering eyes can undress my wishful thinking;wishing and put her in wolf fur. i am sorry for missing our date not one to do that but i can't promise that it won't… Continue reading igor
Saint's Muse 