Black honey lipstick bleeds red On your lips like Burgundy hair dye, kissing Your bathtub's base. Like Semi-permanent hickeys on porcelain, You stain A canvas beyond repair With your mind's splatter. In fall tones or rather, spring, watch Your paintings germinate Before hazelnut eyes. Watercolor blooms in pinks, Purples, oranges, bright like Citrus tulips in mid-May. No inch of surface left blank Because Your nature insists You fill What's empty. A beaten-up teddy bear has hi

That morning I had woken up to you munching on dried roses, on my dresser, decaying bouquet in a mildew mason jar, gathering dust from a prom I’d rather forget, I guess you just couldn’t wait for breakfast, So I wrote a song for you, about chewing roses, about lapping wine from forest puddles, and I’m sober now, but something tells me you already knew, I never had to tell you anything because you felt it in your body, in all your vertebrae I rubbed through your slick tabby co

Find me in the club snorting Hot sweat fumes, grinding black pepper lust On a bad boy’s package and shipping Internationally Crank up the...

I cried and cried until my mom Finally took me to the circus. Thick stripes of red and white Swooped down from ceiling’s center Tent...

I've always thought of champagne as a woman. Caress her glass curves, fresh from fridge, sweating cold in my parched palms. Her cork...

I am a pea and you are a pea and it is so hot in our tight little pod but I like that if I inhale deep enough I can taste your vegetable...

I’m under the influence Of polka-dot hypnosis; Kaleidoscopic vision makes you Seem like an army, but On this street corner, Under flickering light, You and I are alone. Crimson peeks out beneath Your grey shields--- fluttering, flimsy. Wings rise and fall steady as a clockwork dance. My boots could squash you quick--- Printing press on pavement. I could Engrave size-eights into your twitching mush And save our old spinning rock From the danger they warn me of. Danger I am bli

I didn’t know a bath could feel so dirty Until now. Surrounded by floating bits Of your sticky gift to me, Your only gift to me, white...

I’ve come to love those splotches of crusty rusty red Smeared across prickly plane of the battered basement rug. Burgundy stain I told my...

Take me neat, poured straight from my glass prison Clean, loyal, sit still while you corkscrew me Dry, but spit on me, for you I’ll...

Don’t feel like making my bed this morning Bubblegum linens balled up in a mess Use tiny nails to tear purple pillow open And a feather...

You told me you wish you had A fish body, small enough To swim into my ear, wade my current Of intrusive thoughts. Know me in And out, in...

Thin yellow paper crinkles Just under chin, catching Blood, sweat, slobber... Blinding white above Spotlights swollen-pink gums and This...