Seek out ultimate sin in Sinless City.
Or go away quietly.
There is nothing left for you
Where the flat-lands meet the mountains.
Comments OffIt began not so innocently
with voyeuristic tendencies.
Comments OffBlue Flame at its edges.
Blue. My favorite color;
My favorite music.
Comments OffThey emanate from big beautiful brown eyes.
Innocent eyes that have seen too much,
and want answers. Eyes that beg to relax during sleep.
He has my eyes.
Comments OffAs it drifted off course, something was built.
A routine that kept me alive.
Comments OffI watch the fluid motion of
calamari dipped in marinara
and remember when
others watched
his every move too,
for many reasons.
Comments Off…unheard sound of stitches ripping
offered another shot
at the same old thing…
Comments OffIf you love poetry you need to read this book. If you wrote off poetry, you need to read this book. If you don’t know anything about poetry, you need to read this book. There are lessons to be learned, and an emotional roller coaster waiting to be ridden in its pages.