Tag: new poetry

A flight worth the fall
not landing, 
so much,
as crashing.

Write songs 
about drugs
to moan about
the gray loves;
songs about
love
to contemplate
the drugs
I use
to forget
their stale breath

deep morning sighs. 

I had to ask.
I knew the answer
before I asked,
but I had to ask. 

And it's okay. 
It's all really okay. 

Believe me,
because I do.

I had that dream again.

Angry with
the glue
sealing my 
lips.
Hot plastic
slipping out.
No idea
what I’m 
missing
because when
I see 70,
I see a beach
with a cold
wind 
up its spine. 

Anyway,

What are you up to?

The mattress, 
the floor:
tangled 
in linear progression.

The corners,
sharp and cold.

Fingers spread,
you know?

The feeling. 

How's that for 
temptation? 

It slowly tingles,
drifting upwards - 
periphery 
caving in -
downtown skyline blending. 
Fuck, I miss your dumb ass.
Same kind of focus,
that narrowed my sight. 
Beside ourselves
with laughter,
beside each other,
friend. 

Please wipe 
the stars 
from your eyes.
I took a bullet - 
saved your life - 
not because 
I value yours,
but because
I do not value mine. 

A coarse flight of reds
bedazzled her sly impression - 
the harder they come. 
A reliable mistress
with a harshness worth revitalizing -
a gambit
worth falling for.

Long swings of outrage
to apathy,
cries the pendulum.
Settling low,
windmills blinking as one. 
The man in the high collar
staring down burnt ends
of a smoke trail,
looks up and smiles,
“Well, now.”