Coffee or whiskey
It doesn't really matter at this point.
Days and nights muddled together
like a good Old Fashioned.
Words and thoughts
jumbled to the point of chaos.
(more) Twirled like an unkempt bed
lit by a sliver of morning light
escaping into your room.
The girl at the end of the bar,
Her cigarette winks at me
Like an unabashed come hither stare.
The glow hides a razorblade smile.
The last wine of light disintegrates
Exposing horns beneath halos,
(more) Nailing us naked to the night.
Thoughts blinked out of existence.
A murmur of soft impressions on each jagged corner;
Streaming through these concrete rivers.
City lights mirrored in the cold dark waters.
We breed fluorescent thoughts from our corner booths.
All the endless misconceptions of living beings
Spiraling through the darkened cities.
Outside the sky is a threatening gray
The rain hangs in suspended animation,
The darkness glistens with anticipation,
As a hemorrhage of light bleeds through the streets.
Beer is our bandage.
The night covers like a bruise.
The clouds drift like deadwood,
Obscuring a forgotten moon.
The wounds of discovering;
Or worse understanding.
It's not a fear of the dark, but a fear of the night.
Everyone else has someone to go home to, tonight.
Before the evening flattened me
The wine glass tinted the surroundings a deep magenta.
A voice piercing through the tin armor of night.
Upon thighs and closed eyes,
a laugh crinkles your nose.
(more) A flicker of thought, sacrificed
to the rising and falling of breath.
The crest of passing time's ongoing wave.
A soft radio interrupts the silence.
Our performance is over much too soon
And most of us will never take center stage
But as the act comes to a close
And the lights in the theater dim
Sometimes the ovation from the crowd
Is all you need to continue
Even if it is just the sound
Of two hands clapping
So, play your part
Say your lines
Take your bow, before
The curtains are drawn
For the final time,
We are born alone, and
We die alone
Everything in the middle is pretend
Surrounded by loved ones
Who don’t really love you
Just the moments
(more) They don’t know you
We are all used car salesmen
We sell each other what we
Think the other wants to hear
We search for something higher
To fill us, but there is nothing there
We don’t fill, but
The prisons fill
The projects fill
The graveyards fill
The war machine fills
It gets dark so early this time of year.
The sun sinks away at five.
The children slink away at seven.
The streets bathed in sin and song.
A hemorrhage of light bleeds through the alleyways,
rounding the dark corners near my window.
(more) Midnight croons a moonlight sonata
for the fortunate few
alive enough to see the stars.
Passion and paranoia are all so similar,
like imaginary monsters we chase 'til dawn.
I lie in bed, receding into the haze of evening
like a dream fading to the morning sun.
In an evening of summer blue
As the light quietly declines,
Dreaming, I allow the cool breeze
To touch my bare skin.
Allow my thoughts to drift to you,
(more) To love, to rest upon your naked smile.
I do not catch the words, the hills have whispered to the valley,
As my eyes catch the last ray of light
Slipping into the darkness.
If just in my head, your laughter, like champagne bubbles
Surrounding me; intoxicating.
Laughing at me, as I chase you down the rustic path,
As I am forever following.
Seventeen, and we knew nothing of love or life
But, the wine never tasted so sweet
Beneath a silent forest floor
Where a brook sings so loudly.
My mind begins to swim
With a lost love that is no more.
The green creeping up the rolling knoll.
(more) The trees offering up a prayer.
A gentle breeze of salty air.
The assault of a summer afternoon
On bare white skin.
Longing for the pleasing caress
Of dew kissed morning grass.
Of childhood wonder and carelessness,
Laughing eyes full of what may come.
And I still see you, dancing in the gently wind,
With the flowers that you picked.
Dropping them cautiously into the water.
Red and yellow, drifting to an evening slumber.
you have up to 300 words. what will you say?n (less)
A candle burning soft.
Long tongues of flame licking
the belly of the night.
Hopes or dreams or thinly veiled wishes
have long forgotten me.
My mind races and halts at random stops
(more) like a train that lost its way.
Daydreamed visions through the window
of sunny, summer days.
Of love, of breath
of gentle eyes
that quietly drift away.
It's hard to think of us
alone on this rock;
Just a black and blue contusion
on the edge of the cosmos.
Then I see that red outline on your ass.
(more) Feel your hands on my cock.
A gentle nibble on your bare breast.
In the grand scheme of things,
we are all nothingness,
twisting through the chaos.
So lets do anything and everything tonight,
cause we ain't getting out alive.
All the forlorn hacks
Easy Street’s a thousand miles away
My mind’s racing,
But the finish line keeps escaping
(more) The night’s kinda sleepy as it clings
To the four-lane express lane to nowhere
And the old men are lying about the places they’ve seen
And the places they’ve been
Hell, they never got off their asses
But, the stories are funny
And the experiences, although fabricated,
Are interesting enough
Neon lights like swizzle sticks
Mix with the stars in the sky
Under a blood red moon
And the buses wheeze and cough
As bad as the storytellers at midnight
After too much smoke
And too many tiresome conversations
Just watching the moon as it winks
In that dark, warm inebriated night
It feels like home, but doesn’t feel quite right
And the taxi drivers are the only ones
Who know where they are going
We are all playing graveyard charades
With our lives and our loves
It’s cold coffee under a nicotine sky
It’s cold shoulders or a warm embrace
It’s a glass of whisky and just wondering why
Women like this’ll just lay you out stiff
Shoes untied, but I’m staring down a goodbye
There ain’t much else on my mind
Except for the shoulda’s and coulda’s
And wonderin’ what the hell this was
Love or a car crash?
(more) One in the same
Battered and bruised
Same shit just different questions running through my head
The gods are pissing on me, A
Cold miserable rain
The kind of rain that makes you wish you were somewhere else
These people all look the same
Plastic faces, paper hearts, and skin just as thin
I order another beer and
Play the devil’s advocate
Someone’s gotta speak up for the guy
Everything changes after 1 AM
The air is a little colder
The streets are a little more bare
The people a little more abated
Or maybe they just don’t give a fuck
After the streetlights come on,
I see a bird on a wire
I guess he’s just as lost as I am
The road joins him for a song,
A beautiful lullaby,
As he finished I sat down for a while
Often it takes a journey through the shit
To see the beauty in this world
Saintly sinners and
Curly-haired clouds broadcast
The glittering skyline
Anxieties hanging with a sharpness
Of broken stained-glass
(more) Beer flows a fairy-tale princess
Meticulously careless self-indulgence
Razor wire dreams cut deep
Hobo musicians hitching a ride
On deviant melodies
The night swaying, sweating
As the moon swings like a pendulum
Between broken boulevards
And flickering neon lights
Redbrick edifices imprison
Like a tomb of booze and lies,
The sidewalk sags and buckles
Beneath your cross to bear
A heat that rises from the streets
Falls from adulterated skies
Onto burned out allies;
Burned out faces
And the dirty old men
With their dirty old minds
Like these dirty old streets
Polluted by time
Fingers of daylight close
like an empty fist.
The city is darker than black.
The day's almost midnight
and secrets have been passed.
Drunken words for a sober mind.
(more) Drunken mind for a sober world.
Blue notes from a jazz cafe
escape into the streets.
The snow was falling,
melting as it landed on our faces
like a gentle rain.
The words falling from our lips
like broken satellites.
We made fake smoke rings
with our breath and watched them
orbit our heads.
The cold cuts like a slow-drawn dagger
regardless of how many layers
we armored ourselves with.
And the cold.
And the words.
And the merrily music.
And the night.