I wish you let me keep trying |
Behind the biggest smiles are walls
built with indelible mortar, resistent to bombs, bullets and sometimes relief.
Hers is huge
made of promises and compliments backed up with air.
She sits at a table...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Dec 2008 01:26:00 GMT |
6 in one hand, half dozen in the other |
On his left wrist, a scar spells out the word, 'attention'.
On her right thigh, a tattoo of a preists' kiss shaped like an upside down cross.
They wear different variations of clothing of different va...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Nov 2008 02:00:00 GMT |
Royal Green |
Many Kings
fastened precious stones to their crowns,
with the blood of the innocent.
They were anointed, for their blinding lust for power,
from assassinations of royalty before them.
Sometimes they w...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 19:39:00 GMT |
Delaware |
We touched hands that one night
on the shores of Delaware.
Felt ocean sneezes tickle the bottom of our pants,
as sleep,
would only be something to take the paintbrushes
from our kisses.
There was a b...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 08:29:00 GMT |
No Heart So Strong |
She didn't think innocence was something you could actually lose,because you couldn't touch it.Thought that things you could only truly hold, were worth holding onto,like a jumpropelike a diarylike he...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 06:07:00 GMT |
Down past McKinnley Farms |
Let's go back to that tree branch,
in the middle of the brown fields,
where the grass bit our kneecaps,
and we sat, looking at the base of the hills,
And built a swing set,
so we could pretend to fly...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 15:20:00 GMT |
Working Man |
He stands on the cornerwatching all kinds of different peoplewalk up and down the street,as he waits for the bus to take him to his factory job.Hot, 16 ounce cup of coffee in his right hand, and today...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 17:54:00 GMT |
Prisons made of Earth |
There’s an old donkey, on the other side of a fence,filled with stinky hay, outside a barnthat looks like it’s about 150 years old.The donkey, looks a little older.And one day, it peaks th...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 17:39:00 GMT |
Man, SHE WAS SO HOT!!! |
Do youDo you still know my name?I amthe onesitting in the dark.There’s a black rose growing from the puddle of bloodbleeding from the cut on my palm that lets me know I still feel things. I have...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 13:15:00 GMT |
Tropic of Cancer |
I’m walking downtown, and pass a barbershop,and see my reflection in the window&.I miss having hair.It was dark brown. I had it parted down the middleExcept, after 15 years of shaving my head, I...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 14:47:00 GMT |
