Coming closer coming nearer coming faster like a runaway train headed straight for a restaurant ready to scatter us and all the innocent bystanders before we get a word in edgewise before we even touch before we ever kiss.
As the days go by she blends into her bed all cloth and metal and rattling wheels the gurney pageant contestant a jury favourite mob scene breaths held as she dead center of the attention starts to shake you should hurry up with the results the suspense is killing her.
She has so many casts if I collect them all I can finally get her shape right cut into from so many angles she is like a model a miniature shadow She has so many pieces if I can see them all I can set the scene right and finally discover what she was like … Continue reading Maquette
Her make-up brings out her smile displaying all seventeen pearls in her mouth and the black totally goes with the reds of her eyes clad in a paper-thin gown and dizzy she stumbles displaying her talent for staying silent all through the night more and more she resembles her ride she’s all muted sirens and … Continue reading Miss Skull Fracture
She's like a shallow grave the world's worst kept secret buried near the home of the one that she tried to save. She still eats my mud pies with a mouthful of worms she smiles through the flies Talking to her now is like pulling teeth; I should know 'cause I took them all after … Continue reading Teething
You're beautiful like a car crash your spine is a winding path not found on any map the small of your back is the last turn before the disaster marked with a tattoo to describe the incident where a last ditch effort was once made your name in cursive neat letters on flawless skin etched … Continue reading Detour
Candy colored garrote lines snaked around slender fingers with black polish on tips: the teeth of a piano the tensed up wires between my jaws taste like rust and too many suicide songs they scream when I bite; when plucked they moan.
You walk the straight line like a drunk slitwrist running out of time swaying side to side with all your faith in the final stretch the last step before you trip and discover for yourself just how deep the pavement goes once you finally let go
Splitting hairs at the very edge of the real I don’t know which hallucination is better the one where I am dead or the one where you are innocent because in both you are smiling with a hole in your skull the one that suits you so well the one that you never knew I … Continue reading Split Ends
I am so curious that I make you open up bloom like a lotus that tastes just like home because once I am inside you I know there is no way out no way that I need to find no way that you need to know.