Saturday, August 29, 2015

so , how's your life ?

summer won't end here seems to last forever.  I hear about your fall, your pumpkin
spice, your winter snow. It's just something in a song to me, something on t.v.

summer won't fade here, and now I made a mess of everything. even my memories of you are just faded scars. Can't bring back the best parts i thought i knew.  It's just a jerk-off once in awhile thinking back to fucking you. I guess thats something?-  but nothing to write about.


 

Just because your gone -I've been an wanted man
make my self pay by working to long
by carrying a gun, drinking all night
and havin' fun-
remember the nights we used to stay up late
you taught me how to write
like this
words in the mist
words that miss
miles and miles
reflective lies 
repetitive lines 
only
one road
leading back
to you .   



Sunday, August 23, 2015

Fists bruised punching air





The last hotel room where we met
numbers on doors
slide the key card  throw our clothes to the floor
tried to make it worth it
sex like every time is our last time

live your life with no regrets
you and your mouth
of diamonds and lies
sweet
sweet  sweet
the novelty of our age difference
the novelty of us
of no self control
us
against them

more so for the attention
the photos you take and let everyone see
spread yourself all over
everything
everyone
and me
so hard not to believe
this was all for
you 
 


Sunday, August 2, 2015

secrets tonight


 summer rain falling in the late afternoon. you told me you would smell the wet sheets after I left. some fucking sex you have to wash out before he gets home.  I would be driving back South and couldn't text you fast enough to say what a great time- my good time girl. we should do it again or maybe we shouldn't maybe we should stop.  how many times we tried to stop. until we did?
 the stars had to align for us to get our chances. the lies lining up with our truths. Taken hearts are far less demanding. any room will do. Rooms with numbers, rooms with clothes lying on the floor. any dark room with the door locked.  We are far more fearless and forgiving. Sailor mouths BIG on words BIG on words. 


Sunday, July 19, 2015

and then we were done ( very short stories and wonder mints)


-the devil wants to take you back to split wrists and paper money wads. $$$ living your dreams on borrowed time. I'm charging up my space ship \\\ Stuck in a rut with same ol same old. Internet hype bottled like milk. drink it up.  No expiration date.

- Maybe you'll like the taste of Robots?
   I remember when i was in school and you sat up there with your MBA in writing and said all my stories sounded like a horny teenager. But,  thats what i was....fucker. So I never grew up.  

         - This was all just and experiment. one drug for another. one distraction over next to get over you.

-my mind was always on overtime - to much oxygen to my brain. to much breathing. couldn't calm down without someone to love.  Whats it like to be the Captain of this ship?
 

-  A younger women on your arm is like walking around with the feeling of wearing the best clothes  and eating the best meal you could ever imagine all at once.  High Voltage is the only way i can make you understand this. 


-The devil wished he could take it all back, say it wasn't her who could not resist.  It wasn't so bad the way it was before.  He wished he never started his shit.  Look - Its a full time job, there is no end  and It's fucking exhausting.   


if it could be like this;  you would be good and i would be good  and we would be each others everything and then 
we were done.    

Sunday, July 5, 2015

We spent July at the sea and the summer seemed to last forever




whatever this desire i have to sink. 
It's when I feel my body as a vessel
speaking, thinking, thinking, thinking
always learning.
as a blanket of inked skin over bones
one day to be
burned and set out to sea.

and then light pours through 
my window and I fall into
line
flowers bloom - like a religon
i keep this devotion to falling in love
with every girl
i see.
and everything about money, and work
and happiness seems like
such a lie.
 
whatever my hands
do to keep from shaking,
Write something she
can take inside of her
and keep secret.
make another promise within
a promise
keeping thinking
skin over bone
keep looking at the tattoos on my
hands, keep hitting the keys-------snap snap snap