Words That Flow Like Oil Over Water

Just some poems, man. yeah.

twinkle, twinkle

wanton night dark, delicious desires! curvaceous stars lascivious twinkle a moonlit wanderers ever present companion blackest space ever watching

Chocolate Kisses

ugly, heavyset curtains block the light from passing cars the kettle boils as the TV lights the room i lay naked refreshed clean

Creativity

creativity is a burden to those of an apathetic disposition. you gotta pick up the pen the pad the camera the brush the stick of charcoal what I propose is a USB Port direct to the

You Bleed As You Stutter

smiling inconsiderate me dashes your dreams with the click of a finger in the blink of a lie kiss your good time good bye sweet dear those words still make you bleed as you stutter them out

Stagnation

Stagnation My concrete bones Movement is limited To a slow beating Pulse point In my neck Rage burns in dulled eyes Turn it off Turn it off Turn it off my love Build me a city

like oil over water

The most beautiful words Find themselves embroiderd In the most spiteful thoughts Through the chaos of anger Beauty flows Like oil over water

the impressionist

i'm told i do a near perfect impression of myself. maybe one day i'll get it right

Fifth

against popular belief, and i believe the belief is yours, i did not notice you for your big beautiful breasts that strain the fibres of your clothes. i noticed them fifth after your eyes
Cherry

Ode To A One Night Stand

my only regret about fucking you is that i was too drunk to recall how you look naked. i can picture you clothed peel away the layers but my imagination