fine line
You seduced my blank p a g e s w i t h a purple stare Your s c o r e agile —with bare lines, fragile— and a smoky flair * Paper trails going a m i s s during o u r morning walks While we kept silent O, u n s p o k e n mysteries— […]
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Stoned Verse
Silver songs and sombre sounds like silent stories— stoned, profound Writing, boldly, of wild, wild dreams, this page all soaked with bright, red ink My tears pouring down that page, just drowning words with startled rage While smoking, writing, dreaming, stoned, Those letters blurring— poems I owned My silver song so stoned it fades The story inhabits dark, stark caves Yet writing, boldly, of wild, wild dreams, that nearly burst with […]
d i t h e r
A g e n t p r o v o c a t r i c e she tried t o b e a n d p r i c k e d b y t h o r n y — p o e m s these fingers, n o w, b a r e r h y m e s c a n ' t s r b l c i b e […]
White Tears
I die A thousand Deaths, And cry A thousand Tears Inky drops Become Soft crease— On coarse skin, Renewed Fears I write This very Poem To tattoo it On your Skin White ink Is so translucent— Such a Slight, Poetic Sin I die A thousand Deaths, And cry A thousand Tears If only I’d read this On my palm— To get prepared For life’s exam But fact is, History Tells me, You can’t Read Between […]
Tat Dream
Never bought me Flowers so I inked them On my skin A poppy full Of red blood cries A deep dark line Of dreams On shoulder blade Some lilies try To greatly And darkly Scream Too large a span Of life skin take For bloom, They never will A bold blue dark Aged butterfly Some time ago They covered, Still Those flowers come These flowers go And spilled ink, Flowers, Stream A new dark tat […]