Red-Light District.

“I met a man in Paris. He was an older gent in a smoky dive bar, underground. After a half a minute convo, he unveiled his pièce de résistance. Said he was a Movie Producer.” “What did you say?” “I don’t remember. ‘I don’t give a fuck,’ comes to mind. I just remember flashing red…

Noose.

“I’m convinced I don’t want you on the road trip with me this time.” “Why is that?” “Because you’ll control everything and I have my own set of records, thanks.” “But who’s going to record you?” “The noose around your neck.”  

Low Roar.

There was a low roar coming from out beyond the railroad tracks that had long since seen their day. Over-grown bush, thistles and weeds choked its stakes as if they were the only living things left that cared enough to hold on to its memory. “I remember a few months back wishing that this train…

Surface Tension.

There will come a time when I have to simply say, “Best of Luck.” I will have to swallow all we were and eat it for One Last Meal as we part ways and veer off into parallel unknowns now beyond our reach. I don’t want that time to be today. I don’t want that…

She-Wasp.

I remember the gigantic bugs in his basement where he plugged me whole through tears. Not once, but three times. Blood and all. They were satanic concoctions of this spider / cockroach / wasp hybrid. He shooed one on the keyboard in front of me that I was using to stalk his matrixyclical conversations. Wholly…

Nuf’ Said. Get the Fuck Outta Town! Recovery My Way. Hittin’ the BI-Wayzz.

Short and simple. What I am recovering from directly or indirectly within just the last year alone:  …. Rape/Sexual Abuse Violence Abuse Drug Addiction Alcohol Abuse Death Miscarriage Broken Relationships Work Suicide Attempts Institutionalization Trauma Severe Anxiety Severe Depression Rage LIES. … WHAT I WILL NOT TOLEARTE: Anyone forcing their way into what was supposed…

As the Table Turns.

I assure you dear, I don’t need you. When and if I do, I will surely let you know, but do not hold your breath. To say I need you is like taking us back to a place where we initially jumped off the cliff and took that leap of faith into yet another brutal lesson, which was one of nonattachment. To turn…

POETRY IN MOTION – GUARDIAN OF THE TIDES.

Guardian of the Tides The ring around the moon and the galaxies in their eyes told of healed horizons and forgiveness from epic lies. The man in the moon set his hooks from the guardian of the tides; casting them down to the earth for her to bite or hide. He lived alone in silence,…