Long before I was a painter, I was a musician. Long before I was a musician, I was a writer. Long, long before I was a writer, I was a poet…
I have come fullcircle….....
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Posted 2 months ago.
Why can’t someone love me / for me…
night falls / its 9 am / I can see the bruise on my right knuckle starting to blacken / it has red undertones / with a dash of yellow / i see it clearly / in the dim light i cant see past my knuck…
all of us alone in the drivers seat
Her chrome sparkled like diamonds on a rich chicks fingers. I ached to feel her between my legs.
It was dark when he woke. With the darkness came pain. Agonizing, wrenching pain …
I see her lying there / at anchor / listing sadly, her / stormwracked, weather battered hull / rolling with the incessant tidal wash, / barely afloat, / her sails torn and rent / drifting in dirty tat…