Weird One

It was around this time last year I saw you for the last time. How long this time will last will take eternities. I never prayed for it to be this way.

Going By Foot Instead

Clothed in layers upon layers. Skin touching skin. An invitation unnoticed. I felt your weight and your hot breath, but said nothing.

There Is A Code

Skeletons walk on ice, how did it get so cold here in such a short amount of time? Moonlit automatons creep like slick stones. Oily little devils drink gin, not water. They never make a sound. Silk skin under thumb and forefinger burns like firewood. Another night in silence, only it is my kind of silence and not a textbook definition.

Rearranged Letters

Concentrating on my end. Spring nearly joined complaints. Adventure quality filter is limited, I can’t stop. Stunning Apocalypse. Choice expressions. Epic difficult recommendations. Sorry, sorry! Access excuse so detrimental to the norm. Stoop sitting. Wishing you safe roads.

Comet Dust And Birthmarks

Try to look ahead without wondering what is behind you. Cordial smiles and small talk are for reunions, not spiritual connections. Sprinkled skin of a color never known by man starts fires in the bellies of entire armies.

Watching You Climb The Stairs

Meet me in a flowerbed and pull my head into your chest. This place has become so sterile that the stench of bleach burns our noses and our eyes, causing us to weep.

The Following Morning We Rode Off

His back was flush against the window. The crescent moon sitting over the trees could barely muster strength enough to illuminate a path. She sat between his legs, her head resting against the inside of his thigh. Her hands refused to cease their  steady movements.

Similarities End Here

Skeletons walk the icy shore beyond the edge of our property. How did it get so cold here? It is hard to look away, we’re waiting for the frozen ground beneath their feet to break. They’ve got bones like us, but they don’t shiver like us.

Calling On Her Lover

It was a sunny Tuesday, and local haunts were bustling, they’ve never seen so much traffic. That weekend, a funeral in the morning, a childbirth in the evening, relations with a stranger in the sleeping car of a train bound for the coast. Hollow eyes, she sparked a cigarette, her nose softly whistled, she was claustrophobic in the darkened car. It was alkaline madness in tune with euphoria.

Patches Over Eyes

There is happiness no one sees. Rejoice when everything falls into place. Oh, God, what an extraordinary view! No one knows what to think, especially the ones who claim to know everything. What?