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  • trail of tears

    Your hot lovers waiting at the door In the movie theater At their house In your instant message Wicked thoughts betray you In their prescence On the bed Cuddled upon the couch Ignore whats playing now In the coffeeshop Spiraling in a maze of people Techno bumping clubs Passing you in the mall Down the…

  • i laugh

    your heart is black thick undying continually persistent means to an end to grasp, choke, quickly snatch the feelings of others fast i feel the past is catching up whisking underneath off your feet stumble fall forget reasons beget aches a cacophony of voices piercing reminding you, the wandering soul of truth deceitful, cowardly boaring…

  • Love Was a Long Time Ago

    The lightning is growing strongerWhy can’t we go on? Love comes unfortunatelyTo my starry eyesFind out where I lost itMy heart is dying Humidity all aroundGive in to me imposterSometime we’ll be lyingCaress your mouth

  • A Farce of Life

    Creeping up faster on your lifelineThe throttle is getting highI am watching a gauge turning to the rightDance, dance you crazy manMake me another mocha andPlay the guitar in the moonlightOr quiet offices of the buildingSilent, silently, tapping the chair seatThen again, make your moveOnce again, pull the ropeWhich again, makes me chokeStuck in another…

  • The Gay Hypocrite

    I was told I should grow upAnd do what is not rightThe next day he fucks the friendAnd I’m wondering why I’m left out This lifestyle is a cryptic oneI have not even penetrated yet I imagineI think its pretty blunt to meI am not allowed It seems unusual I asked to know thisI have…

  • Take the affirmative

    Sometimes I feel like a number Or just a category inside a category Or a grouping that defines me as a person Just like a statistic Going ballistic on test scores and G.P.A. ratings Honor rolls, scholar lists, and grades on spreadsheets Sometimes I know I’m different Because society tells us, melds us, and chooses…

  • The Table

    What is time but us speaking across time. My dining table is a reflection of the artisans who crafted it.  The teak planks shaved and edged by men half a century ago.  The pieces chosen just for this moment. As I lift my coffee to my lips I see the golden streaks of the weaver…

  • winter in dinkytown

    winter in dinky town a slice of midnight dew drips upon light skin and melts into a sea of mist azure haze and bluish tint spans the horizon and culls peaceful tempers flare  at times unraveling hearts of artichoke peals to the floor flesh scrapes with spoon delicate petals  into a dish given into love…

  • Birds on the Beach

    Birds bird birds blinding blustering bludgeoning through the waves A melody of sadness pervades and irks its way through the void Skipping shells through the sand grains I see the circling above A whimpering roar washes over me Incessant wind I reach out to the sun and gaze upon myself within They can’t shake me…

  • The Outsiders

    They come to our streets in air conditioned tanks, spinning hours around the block finding the right spot to place their tank into park. And they spill out, at first with trepidation and fear but eventually curiosity and amazement bewilder their senses. “How can this be! A real city!” The colors, the smells, the shapes,…