Me and the Mrs.

Waves of expression wash across your face the wind brushes your hair the mist glosses your smile and the backdrop seascape competes for the casual cinematographer of my gaze and yet I neither propose marriage nor a toast or in a seductive inflection test your boundaries with an indiscreet suggestion instead I seize this stolen […]

Me and the Mrs.

Tribute

This is my tribute.

This is my soul.

I rise just to die.

I fall just to lie.

My open love,

Is met with a shove.

Rejected.

Dejected.

Ejected.

I rise just to die.

I fall just to lie.

This is my tribute.

This is my soul.

Snake Spit

I left you with nothing but blisters on your split tongue As you spat letters soaked in my name upon the dirt. You laced your cutting saliva with acid, And draped it in bubbly strands on the bending blades of grass — Hoping my ankles might graze your dripping spite — When I left you […]

Snake Spit

The Dark

I am the dark.

I wish I could be honest with myself.

But I am the dark.

I wish I could be free of myself.

But I am the dark.

I wish I could survive myself.

But I am the dark.

I wish I could see the Sun for myself.

But I am the dark.

I am the dark.

The dark.

The dark.

The dark.

I am the dark.