Dreams of Death

Dearest Andrew,

My dearest Andrew, how I miss you ever so much. Each night is a pain as I lay alone in a strange city, counting the seconds until you and I once again meet. The city is bore, and there is much to tell you. In the city, days are plotted out by an always changing layer of fog that blankets the streets…

Coriander

10–26–16

Coriander dreams of velvet green,

Domino

4–2–16

Hazy evenings that
pass into morning
where unknown friends
shout obscenities to
a game of dominos.

Snow-globe

4–2–16

His lips tasted like forever
A kind of endless night
Where stale cigarettes burned in silence
And…

Pigeons

Nobody’s nice to pigeons, 
Even though they’re sad
Nobody’s nice to pigeons, 
Which makes me really mad.

All they do is fly around, 
Looking for some bread
So their babies will stay live, 
Healthy and well-fed.

Second Chance

12–16–15

My neck
It’s tight on my neck
It’s tight on my neck and I’m kicking
It’s tight on my neck and I’m kicking and fighting

Ghosts

1–15–16

I see you, in the eyes of strangers passing through on their daily commute, oblivious to the world which…

Flowers

12–26–15

Where are the flowers
Outside my door
Where have they gone
They’re here no more.
Their petals fell and…

Simply Put, or Maybe Not

12–16–2015

I can feel your heart beat as I sit playfully on your lap, hands locked in yours while I gently maneuver myself in a faux position of power.
The force behind me, your strong and firm excitement warmly tucked to the curve of my body, mirrors…