Light the wick
Crackling spark and boom
No more-
hit the floor-
purposely

masochistic ritual bleeder in real time
with no reel time rewind-then die
between the white lines
that crept like vines
when faces in mirrors had downcast eyes…

Eroding borders of this island fade
my moral coastline disipates
Like swirling smoke through hazy shades
In shady pubs we waste the day…

Her black wings matched my mood
To the tune I rescinded my solitude
Inviting to share my witches brew
wrecking the feng shui of my hotel room

Day after lady skin
Smelled of stale smoke and blissful sin
Squinting from sun the drapes let in
I crept quiet, not to return again

Empty bottles, nights, and days
Memories distorted like foggy haze
Laugh, cry, die within the maze
Fuck tomorrow-here’s to today