Unspeakable Things |
Somewhere around 4:45am. The sky is an empty socket of gray-blue, washed out and unsure of itself. I am trying to figure out the basic mechanics of key unlocking car door and can't seem to grasp the c...
Posted by B. Brave on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 05:34:00 PST |
Burn |
Joy spills out of the leaky faucet of my body and leaves the ground at my feet a shimmering mudpuddle. My heart beats steadily but quietly against the lions roar of this desert city. People are so fuc...
Posted by B. Brave on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 11:59:00 PST |
Pale moths of the starless night |
The mystery lipstick moonlight criminals are stirring again. The sun only has a few more hours to protect its children and then we will ascend out into the streets. Spreading possibilities like spider...
Posted by B. Brave on Sat, 10 Jun 2006 10:20:00 PST |
Bright Eyes and Fingertips |
Over caffinated and bored. This is probably the reason most wars are started. That and lack of substantial orgasms. The sun is shining and I've got the windows closed, shades drawn. I am addicted to m...
Posted by B. Brave on Thu, 25 May 2006 05:28:00 PST |
midnight junkie with a sunshine jones |
Los Angeles. Dirty pretty thing. The curtain opens on a sunday night stage. The set is decorated like the inside of my skull. The bar is packed, everyones juices mingle. I'm drunk again and holding ...
Posted by B. Brave on Tue, 23 May 2006 01:15:00 PST |
Rummaging through the junk drawer of my mind |
The chemical crush of the night spikes my veins, washing over me in warm violent waves like punk rock sex. Brick wall epiphany at a 100 mph. God knows i cant stop now. The house band in my head is tak...
Posted by B. Brave on Sun, 07 May 2006 11:02:00 PST |
My dizzy head spinning under the grey of the morning |
Amongst the lions roar of the city my heart beats humbly.
Bones creaking, I rise from my bed softly,
a ghost pushing covers aside like cemetery dirt.
Staring in the mirror for too long, I wonder ...
Posted by B. Brave on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 08:01:00 PST |
Swallow |
Small fingers on the tip of a cigarette
the way you invite the smoke into your lungs
cradling it inside you, gently
over and over again.
All around us, people having conversations
with their hand...
Posted by B. Brave on Sat, 04 Feb 2006 07:25:00 PST |
Moonlight and My Melting Heart |
The low hum of a bassline and faint commotion throbs through the thick club walls. I'm standing outside on the sidewalk amidst a locust attack of desperate guys. Testosterone and cologne lift through ...
Posted by B. Brave on Sat, 04 Feb 2006 06:42:00 PST |
