What Books Need

Some books need coffee,A quiet lounge at midday,Gentle distractions.My mind wanders to and fro,Sweetly consuming slow words. Others need darkness,A calamitous ruin,Rain and thunder on.May the world dissolve away,So long as I can read on. My favorites need you,Bright-eyed passionate reader,To cut out my heart,And exchange our bleeding souls,To reveal the truth in us.

Drujnk

Where's my other shoe?Head is heavy, wanna sleep,It's so hot in here.I like how the porcelainfeels cools on my face.I'm fine. No, you're drunk. Shut up.

Chaos and Tragedy

She loves chaos and tragedy: Preening suitors bearing presents, trying to fill her void. Dark candles and cigarette smoke, a taste of blood, the high. Bacchanalian revelry, Sex and violence, a sigh. Sepia phantoms moving in sad mimicry of life.

Dearest Friend, so long

Dearest Friend, so long,I'll not forget you,Though it is better,To be forgotten.

Quiet Loneliness

I miss the warm days of youth,Of being a fool in love,But these cold days aren't so bad.Quiet loneliness,Like a cup of black coffee,Takes getting used to.

Untitled, scribbled

Don't doubt my passion,My desperate wanting,The ceaseless hunger,that drives all men like meto take up the pen.

Left Behind

A light kiss against your ear,That you nuzzle into, laughing, fun, A speck of black nail polish, That you'd pick at, then laugh when I'd watchA pendant you often touch,That you said to never ask about,A sad sort of expression,That you might have thought you hid from meA little lists of your things,Left behind in … Continue reading Left Behind →

Desiderium

Dark images form pools on a white field. Film developing. Your face, obscured.

Wildflowers, Maples

I love these girls who livea relationship, a moment,but I am old and covet the way,that maples grow among wildflowers.Not to say they are not beautiful,but the shade is sweetbeneath red-tinged leaves.

Sweet January

I cannot remember a time when January did not bring me dread,I am, after all, a child of the new year, of deep winter, of power outages,of "don't be greedy for your birthday, it was only just Christmas,"and other such memories that secretly made me wish I was a Spring Child(Queue the laughter from my … Continue reading Sweet January →