Coffee on my breath,
wearing a frown.
Sunshine, my sweater,
my soul turns brown.

Lips slick with chapstick,
chics' licking sack n' ****,
drag off a ******* *** n' lean,
obscene in the sense,
the ******* ****' a drag queen.

Rival the bible,
hell to sell any,
whats worse, church
bells smell ugly
under my nose.

I chose the shallow dirt
road to death, even the
tallest tales hail the same frail fate.
Fill my urn to earn my fill,
**** it.

There is no still
frame to capture the moment,
fracture the film and leave it alone.
Yellow toned, below me,
sallow, cornered in color coordinates.

Drenched cover but dry at the core of it;
dazzled by ****, dazzled by diction,
you write the dirtiest fiction
and I'm the ******* ***** in it.

Leather bound, cable wound,
leather bound. Black.
Leather.

Already seven cars,
I pull in late.
Put my keys by the candles
and stare at the lake.

Sit down, sip your wine.
What's in? Where have you been?
How long since?
You never drop a line.
You must be busy.
I avoid your gaze
and your hand grazes
my thigh and brings us
eye to eye.

Ready for the bar,
we barely ate.

No shame in
the champagne
I consume,
but I assume
it's the fine wine
I spewed all over the ballroom.

Took it too far,
it's getting late.

You don't want me to stay.
Uninvited,how you always
made me feel anyways.
Turn in slighted, ******* futon.

Last time we met
we slept side by side,
you and me, two reasons to care.
The letter and the locket
you kept and tried to hide,
I think I need some fresh air.

light a cig and figure some things are better left unsaid.
Always tempted to trigger thoughts long dead.

Staring at you, asleep in your bed, linen, lace.
I always was a ***** case.
Your thoughts leak out of your head, thin in space.
I find them on your face.

Better not be here when you wake,
the next time we meet it'll be too late,
so hey, by the way,
you looked beautiful today.

Flying in a florid fit,
I'm cutting close to the cosmos.
Off the top of my head
I get dizzy, sixty green gleam stars
half a yard away from my pink threads.

Let me think of a time I wasn't with you,
it's so hard to choose, confused
by my ruse you follow all the clues
to my blue room.
This night is ******* up.

I should be in the garden
with all my friends,
laughing at all the trends,
singing for hours inside my head.
Instead I tread on a few fibers of
brilliant blue and pink threads.

Stay awake, take it slow while I kindle and glow.
The effect will never dwindle or go away.

Sixty green gleam stars
that lit up my blue room.
Like I've never felt before,
these mushrooms.
Fumes from hash, I kindle, I glow.
My blue room has one window.
Nothing like a ******* drug on cue
to take me to the blue room.

Look below,
as the distance grows
with quiet gin, two violins and a piano
pick the perfect piece to paint the scenario.

When I miss you
I write some ****,
but this isn't it.
There's a trail you take
to the room the moon
turns a pale hue of blue.

Stay awake, take it slow while I kindle and glow.
The effect will never dwindle or go away.

My pink threads aren't very far
from sixty green gleam stars
I put to paper with lead.
This view from my blue
room will keep you awake,
with a feeling to fake for it.

Glass eyed,
running from our final hour.
Crass lies,
nothing tastes as sour.