I You said that people should be free with their thoughts. I want to kiss you all over in the dark, but I can’t find that dark. I’m always out in the light watched by people or my conscience, over me lie a damn bird of prey that does away with any good I find …
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Sinister Bar
At the Sinister Bar, they cut off your legs. Both at extra price. They give you wheels. They slide you down the bar with a tray. If you don’t finish all the drinks they put on the tray by the time you get to the end of the bar, they take your wheels away. It’s …
Later that night, in the bedroom
let’s just stop now dear before we say something we might mean. Don’t touch me there You don’t fight fair. We’re not done You haven’t won. I do everything you ask anything you say and there’s no way at all I can fuck with your head ‘caus try as I may, my body could never …
COLD BED
Look at me with that look in your eyes when you opened your door the second time we saw each other, a time you said would never happen. C’mon look at me and take me back to that mystery. Your feet are cold now like on the night the blizzard outside the karaoke bar wouldn’t …
Skin of Pale Moon
Cold sweat, blighted night Try to sleep with all born might There she lies Stirring thighs Such a torture has no right. Skin on pale moon her fur darker than death Curious eyes twinkling their mystery language She slinks comfortably away and far and wide to return and perch back into your life before you …
So maybe we’ve been down.
We’ve watched the news, seen some devastation, harm, grief, and you may perceive that all you expected to be potentially there, ahead is now grounded. Maybe it’s time to get grounded by releasing some weight, that pressure, if even just a little at a time, at an easy pace. It can’t hurt. That’s all I’ve …
Just Shadows
Ok, it took some time to get back. Not having a portable typewriter has paralyzed me. I’m a zombie. I can think, but can’t say the words, just moan something like ….. braaaaaaiiins…. I can’t write with my digits in rigor. Shirley Jackson got me out of my funk. Just read “Let Me Tell You”. …
Halloween
What is that you’re seeing in the corner of your eye Stealthful foot steps following never passing by In the corner of the mirror watching when you blink It is patient and silent and deadlier than you think It’s biding time for years until the time is ripe Until you’ve grown enough and are just …
Copious Consumption of Carnal Candy
What’s this you ask? Is it another prompt? Is it another late night rumbling after a bit too much wine? Is it like the ghost itching of a long lost limb? Is it a vision of and a grasp at his past? Is it a confession? Is it the title to his book of regrets? …
Onyx typer 