If I had to express myself to you what could I...
I guess I am truely both hunter and prey...
Beautiful, Deadly, Radiant
Passing by howling men with eyes so calm and...
Words echo adages of times past
as dancing lights shriek away...
You came into my life
You were a part of me...
What is the proper way to turn thoughts to words?
Words that make us laugh, make us hurt...
Back to back, separate mattresses:
we stare at the ceiling, blind our eyes on skype...
It is an exquisite day,
in every way possible, picture perfect...
Still, I dream
Seeping through the white texture...
Words wielded with surgical precision
through an alcoholic stupor...
Attacked at night on the minds battlefield,
by interrogating thoughts and abundant feelings...
Mashed cliches rehearsed to obvious ends;
this tired writer bleeds wretched non-imagination...
What if...
you said your final goodbye...