Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Some sort of secret

I bandaged my eyes
I cut a heart out
I handed it over
To find it on the floor

The messages punched and deleted

like a time card
Figuratively speaking

Monday, February 16, 2015


Scattered on a cold floor
Suffer chained to a concrete stone
She holds him under the water
Watches him drowned

As I'm left here alone on the bed
I can bring you home from the dead

Wake up
Like you never fell
The flies gather
Your an easy sell

Left to your own inadequacy
When you can remain whole

Sunday, February 15, 2015


Hearts hang on old weatherd hooks
Unattended and alone
Sleeping to the noise of closing doors
And waking to the possibility of hope

12 months walking
12 lost
14 is the number of floors
10 is the number of my steps
Walking out your door

Wednesday, February 11, 2015


It's arbitration time
Jury is out
It's hanging time
Just 365 days but who's the count
I read the lines
Nothing is what sits in perfect picture frames
I'm the stars you wished on
Never collected the grants

In the palm of my hands
She has a black iris
With out you she is dead

Veins run like paint
She sleeps alone
Empty picture frames

Sunday, February 8, 2015


The buttons on my coat are worn
Thread stitch and lace panties
Lips red
Thrown across evening sunset
She's only there for a moment

Sitting in your chair
Afraid to move

Watching her rise and fall
With out your hands

I breathe you in
As you watch from afar
Your favorite sin

Until the dawn takes her again

Wednesday, February 4, 2015


There's a bridge
Your on one side

I'm drowning in the other
I'm dressed in black
Ready for the funeral
I'm screaming
Your eyes looking ahead
Never turning back

I am dressed in night
I watch my light walk away
From me

A million keys breaking
I can't breathe
I sit here naked
I know you see me

Afraid to save me
Afraid of drowning

I am fighting
I am calling your name

You can hear me

Monday, February 2, 2015

Bottles At Sea

When the message came it was blank
Ink wet , smeared between lenses
Her lamp was on lips wet
She thought about it

He pulses under skin
Like heroin