The train rides emptyit creates the wind, you see.O, whisper to me.
Untitled SoC 01I light this morning's cigarettebreak in my palms gonnaone day kick this lip-bittenmemory of home and fastfood junkie hipster pop-cultivated mainstreamofconciousnessfeeling I get when I seeher teeth glint through afrown her gown reminds meof the town I used to livein full of ants and facelesslies to my ignorant eyes ofhow a culture swabs itsfilthy four-dollar shot glasspanic attacks on the war oncrime being a state ofmind-numbing back-pat patrolmenlooking to cash-in their druggiefriend next-door to thecave of misbehavior swampedwith interior desolation andmisappropriated smiles that stringtheories of grandeur mud flatsslatted together like brick-builtmortarboard coffeeshop employeescollecting to exit their fees anddebts neglected since theireducations death warranted forarrest of intelligence and apiece of paper signed awayall intents for regret; unlessthe rent is too much stressthat rest is only between my fluidbreath and the nextcigarette.
Western Haiku 04I've stared at the sun,seen all that I could not see;yet you are still here.
Spectraphotons like phantoms cross our pathsunseen except for their effects every poem begins with sometimesevery dream begins with maybe
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affection driveIf I recycledthe love littered at your feet hearts would starve no more.
(and the dark stopped being scary)once I fell asleepbeside you, I no longerhad need for nightlights.
available nowlove is like a bruiselurking just beneath your skinbegging to be born
confessionmy writing is justthe questions that i neverwanted to answer
Western Haiku 02The train rides emptyit creates the wind, you see.O, whisper to me.