All those things you said to me that
Weren’t true, I wish you had just
Kept your mouth shut instead of
Confusing me, leading me on,
Making me think something more
Was going on than realistically was.
Words can sound so good but
I found out they can’t always be
Trusted, or believed, if they’re
Coming from someone like you,
The person I thought I could trust
More than anyone in the world.
A lonely woman was crossing
a bridge and there was a slight
fog. It was clear from the way
she sat that her heart had been
broken. And if any one of these
three things were never true,
I never would have purchased
the book upon which she rested,
with herself on the cover,
broken hearted.
Bathroom confessions
Back door redemption
Black moon promise
From a leather winged Angel
Temptations blade
Slicing the tongue of deception
Ego’s fingers in the fan
An avalanche of apathy Envelopes passion blossoms
Buried under a shallow indifference
Swallowed flaws found in perfection
Choking on their taste of shame
One undercooked summer of indiscretion
Results in a fracture of your December promise.
A secret exposed spilling a
Proposition’s poision
Leather winged Angel
Eclipsing forgiveness
Your lace and feathers repossessed
Innocence snarled in the steel branches
Of justice trees
In a forest of ethical treason
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To End The Day:
What is joy
Asked the bee,
Anything that can enchant my soul
The flower replied.
The abandoned petal laughed
Said,
Brutus was his happiness
He was Caesar.
It’s midday!
a familiar corner
they’re always there
vivid gaudy make up
glittery red
thigh high boots
sparkly
micro mini skirts
with midriff tops…
and always..
seedy smiles
A car pulls alongside.
The occupant
scrutinises
not only faces.
They barter..
a door opens
now there are
two inside.
Is he
a lawyer
doctor
husband
or
someone’s father?
Earned
back less than
given
accepting tokens
from the king
of roadside
carnival fair
barker
takes last dimes
for the ride
to heaven.
Treasonous and tumbling as dark
from dark, sugar spinning
a hollow riddle to my flesh,
you mutter as sycamores spiral seeds
to key the earth with promised
growth only to gnash against paved
streets and die.
Bones suck at empty stares
searching the marrow
for the sustenance of stars-
the safe. The fire.
And you are at me
with such emptiness to kill.