We gather and sit
on cold plastic chairs;
molded recycled waste.
We sip our hot social drinks
full bodied or
flavored to taste.
We fill the air
with smoke and lies,
across the room
we speak with eyes
endless tales
of wasted livesv
in our plastic race;
molded recycled waste.
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Soft lips caress, brush light across mine, igniting sparks wake my slumbering soul. Touching fingertips dance with glee, then retreat, fingers intertwine, hold on for this moment in time. Tracings designs on to your neck, and farther still, on to your breasts, excited nipples reach out to mine. Breast to breast we rest, hardened flesh…
He lives in common exile existing cheek to cheek with the pretty people. The pretty girls with their pretty scrubbed faces and their pretty little smiles concealing their dirty ugly thoughts. The pretty boys with their pretty hair and their pretty earrings and their abundant cool that disappears when the snake awakes. He sits next…
Waxen flame feeding on itself, Destroying the source of its life. Casting small shadows on the shelf, Burning itself out through the night. How am I different from that flame? Consuming everything in reach. Flickering flame and I: the same. I watch, and let the flame teach. © All Rights Reserved This is a companion…
nothing, not even one, one is something. less than infinity but never ending, it is not nothing. is nothing real? can you touch nothing? by touching nothing there is created a reality of something. i might proclaim, “I have nothing.” i have more more than that, i have the thought intangible, but something. nothing is…
Another seasons come to pass, Spring has left her mark on me. I feel as if my very being has waken from life’s slumber, and there you are. This is not a new feeling that I have, only stronger than ever before. The moon was full just last night, my tidal soul was in, I…
