I was dreaming of you And something inside told me I must wake Consciousness opened sorrow’s floodgates in my heart And the pain rushed in Poisoning another day Beyond you Past and away from you But never over… never ended… My spirit can’t be seen But it was broken
Blue-grey smoke holds allure Against the black Married in seamless perfection To my Cuban tobacco tongue Window down, system up Pulse pounds past giving a fuck Moonlight licking shore like Aromatic lips Each heart pluck a steel string Diamond diffusion Through broken tears Necrotic muscle sends Septic plasma round Highways & byways Beneath mayonnaise […]
We are all dying. One. Day. At. A. Time. Remember that. You’re welcome. I’m miserable. And I like to share…
I can’t love anyone. I can’t trust anyone. I’m socially anxious and awkward. I’m reclusive. I haven’t been able to work for over eight months. I have nightmares every other night. Searching fruitlessly behind cold blue irises in my dream state, for signs or the expression of depth. I have panic attacks randomly and in […]
I hate you and I mean that with love, see Drank your birthday bottle, replaced Kentucky with cold tea Needed the fuel Emotional gruel Leaden words I wanted spit seeming so cruel Bourbon and Rye, medicine till I die Pain and loneliness: slot – fifteen presents I got Each one a brand-new hole Blown […]
I’m angry in my bones. Tainted by your stain and perfumed in your stench. I don’t recognize or understand the grizzled grey face that looks at me with brown cowed eyes. You were forever, to me. The one where one of us eventually dies, only I never expected you to die on me… Didn’t I […]
Last thought, before I fall to sleep. First thought, when I open my eyes. Face on the back of every bubble floating through my mind, every waking moment in between. Today I haven’t the strength for clever words. Just honesty. Dull boring honesty. We’ve heard it all before though, haven’t we? It still hurts […]
Christmas Day I’ll eat mangled offal. The disembowelled harp strings of a once effulgent heart, thrumming with noble intent. Now but a shoddy dishevelled instrument to be played upon by my dinner guest. Any verve long since beaten into submission, withered and died, in the face of insurmountable odds. Unfeeling. Unhearing. My soundtrack: not Bing […]
I have an idea about me. It’s emergent, from the muscle in chaos you left me to carry. The soul of a poet, with the pathology of an addict. Alcohol and Cuban smoke infuse me, not merely diseases anymore, but requirements. Compelled to bleed ink because I was born to. I didn’t chose words, they […]
Blackwater Ink 