Whisper Slowly...

If I could sell my soul to the devil I would because no afterlife could burn as bad as being ignored by you. 

NYC

Stretched thin like a thread through an eyelet, I weave my way through harrowing lines.

So close to finding an escape route, 

Rubber to ground, don’t turn around til you can’t hear a sound.

This city speaks in tongues and teargas, I burn my ears just to choke on the noise.

Years lost to virtue and schedules

…. and glimmers of rapture.

Heartbreak in a dusty crawlway, I inch my toes against the platform’s edge.

There’s a hum from an electric casket, 

Distant but near, hold my breath here, saved by the grip of a samaritan’s fear.

Hollowed out like a decorative vessel, I hear the echo in my vibrating ribs.

So far from dredging my way out,

…. yet reprieved of capture.

These windows reflect enchanting relics, I stop and listen to the murmuring air.

Winds change with the turn of a cross street,

Heave my head high, step back in line, invert my lips so that everything’s fine.

Trust is something I have an issue with. Maybe it’s because all my issues are with men. 

To Win You Over

My slaughter of syllable alone could rupture your ear

and you decide you never were and won’t ever be here

still I place finger to key and force rhythm from rhyme

try for resplendence in verse only to tap out a stale line.

I could be the muse to your music and the net to your fall

arouse the lilt of your lyrics and the pitch in your call

and so I memorize quotes from your favorite book

and leave notes in your margin to bait the catch in your hook.

Subconscious

I keep dreaming of you and all your damn tattoos and in it you grab my hand and throw me up against a wall

      maybe we are in that same bathroom stall.

You taste sickly sweet like curdled yeast so I lick your hooded sweatshirt and inhale its fresh scent but your stink seeps into my skin like the ink on your neck.

How dare you come back now that I’m finally well, and to think I used to get off on your smell. Stop haunting my sleep like some selfish disease.

Leave my heart alone before it starts to bleed because my pheromones are lusting for someone new

        and he definitely fucks much better than you.

One Line

Don’t pretend you can’t hear me I’m calling your game a selfish invasion of head trips and fame so fly out to the coast and play me hot and cold but remember back home is where your love story unfolds.

Merry Go Round

Leap you said and I said no, I intend to fly instead.

Love you said and I said no, I’m bound to swallow lead.

Leave you said and I said no, I have no options ahead.

Lie you said and I said no, it’s too late for us to pretend.

Leap you said and I said no, I intend to fly instead. 

A morning ritual shower rains down its candor.

Truth spills itself over my skin and washes away hope and progress.

It’s just another day that you are absent for.

Haiku For Brooklyn!

pigeons proud as peacocks

blaring street below

belts a brass symphony