I want to be the silence
That accelerates the breaks
A thunder storm of shock
Rolling across your face
To communicate the ferocity of this pain
I could never abbreviate this self hate
Encapsulate it for you to contemplate
I want to be the knife
That cuts through the silence
Before you call in the sirens
Remember I tried to be an island
Battling these tyrants
Running amok in my head
The asylum
I tried to be defiant
But I never could imagine
Sisyphus smiling.
© May 2016
A foghorn in the night
A mist descended
Forlorn misfortunes intended
Belief in love suspended in a noose
And the lighthouse bathes the shore in light
But you can’t see it For your plight
©May 2016 (I think)
I met god in a movie theatre
He kept shushing me
I walk along these new York streets
And the whoosh of cars keep hushing me
I met with mike from the Bronx
I said “Hello” and he cut me off
I went to the botanical garden
And all the flowers choked me
Allergens be damned in New York
I went to Staten Island
The coastline stifled me
I boarded the Staten Island ferry
The waters lulled me to sleep
I boarded a boat to Manhattan
The skyline overawed me
The ways of this world
Daunting me.
© 2016
Gonna get me a porkpie hat
Sit in new York and listen to jazz
Kick my feet back, relax
Just what the doctor ordered
When I get out of Alcatraz
He said
Get them new shoes
And wear ‘em in
Don’t listen to that gype
when they can’t handle your stripes
And remember young man
When they generalise
It may be true
But that’s your chance
To be an individual you!
So get on those damn new shoes
© 2016 May
I want to go excavating For dinosaur bones Got my checkered shirt Camera too Though I might need to get some Better outdoor shoes They call me the fossil lumberjack Always was the nerd With dinosaur biscuits in his backpack Playing dinosaur trumps Till we lost or won Or maybe that was Just yesterday Don’t mistake me For a hipster Though I’m Still a kid at heart The cigarettes between my fingers The only sign of adulthood © 2016 April
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Traces of your perfume Linger caressing the air Like your fingers Subtle approach Coy under veils Lest we be caught I sink into your aroma The ghost of your Voluptuous breasts Dancing, quivering Embraced between your thighs Enthralled by the movement Of hips Biting landmarks On each other skin I think I’ll just sit And let those memories Sink in ©2016 April
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Razor blades and finger nails
walk the contours
of your body
Seeking Rivers of blood
hoping to be a crack
in your dissatisfaction
Heavy exhalation
isn’t enough.
(c) 2016 March
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Curtains drawn
Disillusion burned
into ash trays
Smoking into
The spin of nothingness
Contemplating
Women
(c) 2016 March
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Our torrent affair
could only end
in liquid cruelty
Undulant sorrow
Immense and dizzying
Sweet and repugnant
with each transgression
Kissing oblivion
(C) 2016 March
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Unappreciated hearts
become frozen
till they resemble
only absence
But consider
The same is true
Of hearts
Too much loved
(C) 2016 March
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