'round midnight
Faint scent of vanilla lingers in the darkness. All those thoughts I had tried to bury, come back, 'round midnight. She left this room hours ago, but the taste of honey is still on my lips. She left this room hours ago, because closure is what she was looking for. Already, I've draped veils of sentiment over the memories. Already, I've made excuses for why I'll need to be with her again. Faint scent of vanilla still lingers in the darkness. All those thoughts I had tried to bury, come back , 'round midnight.

Fear Is In The Eye Of The Beholder pt 2
“You got another one of those?” I ask Gil. He pulls another cigarette out of the pack handing it and the lighter to me.“What in the hell are we waiting for? You forget how to start the car?” I ask him, before laughing hard and heavy in his face.He gets his piece of shit Corolla going and we get rolling. Gil's driving erratically and it's making me fucking tense. I hate it when Gil's stoned, the dope turns him into an old man with a severe head injury. “Okay, I've had enough of this ride,” I shout at Gil. I had it together until we hit the highway, six lanes moving north to south, it broke me. “Let me out of the car. I want t

Fear Is In The Eye Of The Beholder pt 1
“He can have all the Cuban sandwiches, pork and beans, and other crap he wants! I'm doing a holy thing! I don't give a damn! I'm from Missouri! I'm staying right here! 6'5” of me's still drinking; if the Sheriff comes, I don't care, you know damn well I don't. Fuck off! I'm staying! I elected the Sheriff. Not a fucking thing he can do about cold turkey and shit. Jesus Christ almighty, I don't care who he is. Fuck him for interrupting me! Where the hell are all the Cuban sandwiches? That good Samaritan fucker took'em didn't he. Fuck him and the Sheriff! The night is crashing down fast. Chet, the man ranting, stands swaying on the lanai of my friend Mara's apartment. I haven

when we . . .
I once called you lovely, when another woman inquired. Romance came at 3 am bodies still entwined eyes, gazing through your curtainless window. Sometimes peacefully, other times with remorse always, silent the moon above.

sideshow rose
Traveling carnival sideshow hiding amongst the ancient lunacies. Freaks peddling themselves for spare change the way poets do the way the avant-garde used to.Amongst the tragedy comedic scenes is where she and I have chosen to hide from the kind that thrive on cruelty.It's in this antique America that we make love. Our hearts beating against each others chests as we drift into what feels like sleep.