MY vision faltered in that grim hour,
And then the windows became obscured.
Between the light and myself,
With a wavering hum – uncertain and faint –
A fly inserted itself, almost as if to taunt my sorrow.

I left behind my belongings – indeed, I did,
As a testament to that final farewell.
For that ultimate struggle – when Death,
The Supreme, claimed my breath,
And eyes, once lively, now drained and dry,
Looked upon my motionlessness, near.

In the calm between the sighs of the storm,
A quietness in the atmosphere emerged,
A hush in the darkness of the room,
Except for the faint buzz of the fly – announcing doom,
The only sound heard as I approached my grave.

:: 05.22.2024 ::

Hey now. Hey.

Strong feelings get’cha

where you goin’ with that gun in your hand?

The bar is thick with smoke and broken dreams,
another whiskey-soaked night.

Jack, you bastard,

where you goin’ with that gun in your hand?

Your knuckles bruised, your soul a mess,
you stagger through the grime of the city,
with her scent still clinging to your clothes.

in dank dark wet New Orleans

Your knuckles are cracked,
your heart’s a wasteland,
her perfume still lingers
on your ragged coat

In the smoke you lost your mind
left her bleeding on the floor
her screams ricocheting off
the walls of a miserable room,
like the final echoes of a bad dream.

what did she do?
was it her laugh, her touch,
or the way she glanced at other men,
like you were already a dead man walking?

Now you’re running
gonna take a dive
off the sunshine bridge
and swim with the currents
of the Mississippi River______
another dead man.

:: 05172024 ::

Smearing my hair with fog and bile
let myself go in the depths of the couch
With a hunched stable boy
And a roaming finger

All this because you know I was once a thief
So, let me love you.
How I love the taste of your knees
it is my toothless kiss upon your skin
And i love to touch your under arms
i shiver in joy
so let me love you
allow me to kiss your eyes when you sleep
allow me to pierce them while you dream
and provide the grand finale of my
triumphant saliva to blind you.

It is how I love you.

:: 05.17.2024 ::

Your breath and by heart, this is the time,
soul, to take your free flight into complete
silence. Steering away from libraries and art,
with the day’s mid-sun waning and lessons
completed. You come forth completely, without
words, reflecting what you love most:
the night, sleep, death, and unfathomable stars.

:: 05.17.2024 ::