Red-tailed Comet

Red-tailed Comet

Loving the
colorfully
complex man
(read: quietly
tortured man
)
is akin to
beholding the
magnificence of
a hummingbird:
Vibrating grace.
Beauty obscured.
Breath suspended.
Gone.

Tiger Teeth

Tiger Teeth

Complacent
creature of
comfort–
you lack courage.
This is why you
stay.
Fearing teeth in the
tiger of “unknown”,
convinced his bite
holds more terror
than this hell
you know.

Satellites

Satellites

You are only
constant in your
changing.
Your waxing,
waning, and
inevitable fading.
But, you return;
open faced
and bright,
drowning stars
setting fire
to night.

You and I,
we hang in space
tethered
by some
invisible thing.
Our orbiting bodies
draw ever near,
your surface swells,
my seas surge.
I’m your perilune.
You’re my perigee.
And in this proximity
we bring a simple
sort of symmetry
to the vast
black
of nothing.

Yes, this is
eternal.
Yes, this is
fleeting.
We are only
constant in our
wavering.

Truth and Consequence.

Truth and Consequence.

His eyes
were the kind
you saw your
death in.
Lips of
oleander
laced in
nectar
to disguise
the devil’s
kiss.

To hell with
consequence.

sip of heaven, bottle of hell

sip of heaven, bottle of hell

At first taste he
slips down easy;
subtle sweetness,
flash of flavor,
warm buttery finish.

each drop thereafter
a touch more
of the dragon.
flash of teeth,
tongue of fire.

hot flames creep
from the belly
to the cheeks;
flash of fury,
burning char.

He’s all devil now;
seven heads,
seven crowns,
a drunkard…
and my love.

lip service

lip service

Your lips form to all the right phrases,
but your steps just don’t square up.
So boy – save the lip service.
For this hungry heart
is looking for substance
and action to start.

my wish for you…

Ride the bend of light and sway ever free, like dust diamonds in a summer breeze. Let the rays pierce the darkest crevice and warm your coldest fears. Keep on the fast and narrow, the slow and the broad; and…

The Rain

The Rain

just me and the rain
it covers me – owns me
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Little Girl, Patience.

Little Girl, Patience.

Now the night is your playground of rebellion.
Living fast, gambling with causes and effects.
Swallowing bottles of fire to burn out pain.
Swiftly combining bodies to fill empty souls.
Facing burdens, baggage and betrayal
you never saw in your dreams.
These are the shadows of daytime,
the darkness lurking in light.
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The Pursuit

Am I chasing time?
or is Time chasing me?
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