My poems are
dreams and memories...

In fading bloody embers
I carve my name...

You want lovers that don't leave
and money to buy the things...

It burns the heart, chills the soul,
so damn hard to shake these blues...

She caressed me with
flame retardant fingers...

She is the full luminous moon,
and I the lone wolf...

Peering down through cloud wisps,
God, sitting on a stool next to...

Lucid eyes dream glaze
breathe sugar musk of love and lust...

In between lovers
who cannot kiss away...

I love you,
not only for how...

Blue Sunday
waiting for the sun...

Death sits across
the table staring at me...