Cafe at night

Steel cages rattle

Slam the stones

Over every store

Each painted pretty

in a different flavor of graffiti

Like a theater wait

And hush our voices

The sun drops and

Fingers of light recede

Lingering in the old town

Rainbow hues fade from the city’s crown jewel

But dee...

Hickies

Sometimes I miss

The wine colored stains you left on my skin

As my neck cringes in protest

The blood vessels on my collar bones

Exploding

Leaving violet and violent galaxies across my chest

As I watch the purple fade to yellow

Only to fade back into my bones

Fingers tra...

Who is the owner of that black wig floating around in my dream?

Is it the old woman,

who always walks in my store,

wearing spaghetti stained tee-shirts,

who skids worn out Chinatown slippers

down linoleum isles,

and fills her basket

with velveeta and cream?

Is it that young wo...

No, no, I’m glad you called,

I actually wanted to reach out to you.

I don’t remember that, but I saw him the

Other day, I motioned but he didn’t see, what a dick, right.

No, keep going, I - No I interrupt - I’m loud, it’s a problem.

It’s just that I smelled a waft of some o...

The Quiet Morning

I see the trees they’re

Waving at me, gold                         

Dreams I arouse from

The hive, a glass

Line hangs linen

Opal scattered

Sun pierces through

The colony

Ashen in sleep

Slowly cree...

No, no, I’m glad you called,

I actually wanted to reach out to you.

I don’t remember that, but I saw him the

Other day, I motioned but he didn’t see, what a dick, right.

No, keep going, I - No I interrupt - I’m loud, it’s a problem.

It’s just that I smelled a waft of some o...