In the dark corner of the room
Sits a woman curling her toes
Whispering an empty tune
Under pretentious lies
And cheap perfume
A dead stare meets the eyes
I stand still, not moving
Afraid to stir sensations
In a dark room
Bathe in deprivations
An open cut of the flesh
Pouring streams of red
Seep into ragged clothing
Yet still she remains
Trapped domestic restraints

In the dark corner of the room
Sits a woman painted black and blue
Faded gold hair covering emerald greens
Porcelain skin no longer valued
Abuse for any and all means
The stench of blood is everywhere
But the fear is palpable
So do I continue seeing?
Do my eyes deceive me?
Is she really a human being?
Thinking was not an option
As I step into crimson walls
My only doubt in all of this
"Do I have moral courage?
Or am I the precursor to all of this?"

Am I human?
Am I human?

In the stillborn night the feathers of a frantic day
tickle the fancy and spill out
into sheets of dreams dreary

for tomorrows spellbinding faucet
of words to capture
explicit images of feelings
rushed to the tone of lone dreaming.

Hark the wind whispers secrets
to the trees waiting with leaves
to dance in the accepting arms of whispers
as it washes through the waterfalls of sound

Once in a while the heart stops short of racing
at the sight of an old lover
complicated by time and temperament
the poems roll off a press
invented somewhere in the chasms of the mind

I write because I am compelled to capture
words that pass by within reach
to entertain the wondrous pictures in my brain
that seek to form into slim fabrics of ecstasy.

Often I dance, dance in rhythm beating
a wicked bending salsa  that brings my lover
to me on bended knee. Love and poetry
dance together.

Any day give me a woman that bathes
in the soap suds of poetry and I will have
found me the rhythm of a fulfilled life.

Burn so brightly elements of yesterday
Locked in a peculiar orbit, they say

The largest star in any sky
Burning the hottest before it dies

The intense blue of sublimation
Black holes envy his degradation

Far past when molecular oxidation occurs
Into great fires smoldering for her

Countless planets revolving over
Hopelessly caught in his supernova

The atomic incineration of time
All through ionized helium lines

I’m sorry I drank your bottles of tequila
but you left me by myself the whole summer
with a broken heart and a ****** job and an empty house

you left me rattling in the wind
you left me like bones in a ditch

you left me with a drawer full of drugs
and smoke coming out of my pores

you left me trying to bleach my bones with the sunlight

and when you came home after 4 months of me destroying myself
and you found me in a drugged slumber with a cigarette in my hand

you threw the now empty bottles at the wall
and the shards are still there
cutting themselves in the glare through the window

but what did you expect
I'd been hearing things from people that i don't wanna talk to
like it matters who you're sleeping with now

Yes
The shards of glass are still embedded in the wall
You are still embedded in my heart

And here's me
Smoking a cigarette in your sweatshirt

And there's you
Anywhere but here

Lying lonely in a hotel room in Charlotte
I'm listening to James Taylor like you said you'd never do
And if I could I'd curse you, calling you a heartbreak or a harlot
But as we both know, simply not a word of it is true. 

I start to wonder what you're doing at this very instant
Back in California, Golden State of emergency. 
Are you smiling at an endless sunset
As you dream of happy endings that I'll never even see?

You press your lips against another's and still I never cross your mind. 
I drag my disembodied heart along rock bottom's floor
As you experience your highest highs, sitting blissfully at his side
And wistfully I'm singing, "Hard times, come again no more..."

a boy in bed, calling
cotton and cares, falling
sonnets on skin, scrawling   
that dawn alarm,
                              appalling.

familiar unknown
when after night's slow bruising
only one looks back