Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Tick tock The hands on a clock Move slower for the worker For the female Who gets paid lower Wages upon checkbook pages I spend all my time Just to earn a 9 pennies and Two dimes Less than the average man Women Shouldn’t have to carry brass knuckles And Read more
Night blossom, hawkish, witchy wiles, lovechild in lightning with a pedophile. My Cue, best book, biography. By art beguiled, betrothed to Clare Quilty — dress black, ink blue. Lolita vacation kaleidoscope of butterflies. Whim winged gleams, collector’s eyes. 12 year old on index cards. Captured clippings, American bard, true predator. Read more
I became a poet the night I didn’t die that long fuckin night smothered guilt suffocated shame unaccountable years pills and dead prayers Hollywood broken neon bulbs a lost darling sinning a beggar faux reality loved everyone hated everything a fallen angel ripped jeans a tarnished borrowed halo diseased dreams Read more
Youth is you, O brother mine. Golden clock hands choose Angles, acute/obtuse Considering the dial, as does your smile. Sometimes it’s ten:fifty, or conversely, four:forty six in your face-plain the granite, too awaits a turn to be chiseled. I swore before I’d never leave this shanty Never would consider the Read more
Take your fistful of misery hypnotize the crowd with your fake smoke half-truths lava tears poetic disputes pose on your marble staircase retell your old story bore us with news talks and deaths of all the things we don’t care about. People like you make being alone a blessing. Photo Read more
One cane in each hand, she’s doing the best she can One foot forward, then a tap, she’s going to do a lap At ninety-three, she keeps on going, while knowing Her tomorrows are few, but she is determined to do What it takes to feel alive, so she continues Read more
It’s the feeling of afternoon storms rolling in pale skies dimpled with stretch marks, lights dim as the rooms of stone castles in fantasies, smoke lingering from candles dragged gingerly through narrow halls. You can taste the moisture as it moves, tentative cool, dewy probes enveloping your skin and swallowing Read more
It is like being skinned, like being slowly unguarded and left in a formidable puddle of my own dearth. I sit on a couch, a sofa, a loveseat, anything to cushion the bone I am about to be. “Let’s undress this sweetheart, we are only here to celebrate nudity.” But, Read more