• poems,  poetry

    take me home.

    darkness that is almost deafening. one red hot dot. a car passes by and I see the curve of her body. I can see her birthmark, and that scar when we got drunk and smashed bottles behind the drug store. she takes a long drag and tells me that she can’t do it anymore. it’s not high school- we aren’t kids now. she pretends that she wants more, that she wants to go to college and wear a lab coat. she just wants to steal oxycodone from work. I think back to that night. When she kidnapped me. took me to the lake sitting on a picnic table- hearing soundgarden…

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    sundown.

    riding towards the light to unfinished concrete and soft grass. that one cement seat for rain and filth we sat and wished of riches, women, and fame. as it set past the land we wished of love, understanding, and parents that never fought. it was always the same frustration, hope and fear. it was never the same hormones, sex, and anticipation. riding away from the purple and orange. hoping and dreaming. we had sat upon the concrete and knew that was our haven. to wish, to dream, to imagine. a secret shared. a hope confided. a future dreamed. I sat at home. looked to the sky ignored my life, and…

  • poems,  poetry

    Hooker Love.

    musty cotton sheets soft, hot skin, sweat. she smells like cheap patchouli and benson & hedges freckles on her thigh, her arm resting on her drooping tit. she buries another fucking butt into the ashtray and asks when I’m going to get a curtain for my goddamn shower. she likes the avocado ones with mushrooms on them. I tell her she’s a moron and can’t pick it out.   the ashtray empties in my face her fat ass and small waist gets up. she still smells like sex- her legs wobble and buckle as she sits on the toilet. my door doesn’t lock. she wants breakfast. bacon. eggs. coffee. the…