There will come a day

These words are long overdue Yet they lack the ability to depict The odd dichotomy stirred inside of me The sincerity and contempt felt in absolutes Tonight, there is pain in the pen Then, dare I say, never again Because there will come a day When your beautifully terrible mind Will realize its crimes Despite […]

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retrofit

My coronary compass remains  In a state of westerly paralysis Engraved in gregarious golden rods Faded script ‘ad perpetuam memoriam’ Such is the ineffable directional Within me It points to a sanctuary city My mecca of youthful unrest Where I laid for days in a fetal shape Consumed with the earthen taste Of malbec and kinky sex You […]

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flirtation in the third person

  She drinks to herself Until dazed with liquid mischief A hedonist that fiends for the libertine A voyeur of her own volition She stares into the abyss and the abyss Blows back suggestive kisses As if— It already knows She belongs to lands of agony To vermillion bridges With ledges that dare lover’s to […]

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past tense

she mattered in moments, in afterthoughts and orgasms she mattered in battles, in breakdowns and fits of boredom she mattered in winters, in lunacy and self imposed ire she mattered in mistakes, in theories and intensities she mattered in trials, in drunken smiles and demises she mattered in backgrounds, in postponed requitals she mattered in […]

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the rebel writhes

“Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.” – Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance   self imposed insomnia and the chemical intoxication of sleep deprivation she’s a clever little catastrophe chasing highs and unconditional flattery the rebel writhes as nile length legs snake through Egyptian cotton sheets  lips still […]

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