transparent reflection

The snow lofts on the cities cold air. The drenched earth, to cold to drink in the wet, spills pockets of slush and snow onto our paved plastic world. The cold slows the city down and the skirted girls are bundled in their polyester puffed shields. A still, tranquil quietness presents itself and the heat from the coffee escapes the cup much like we might imagine a soul departs its host. With chilled dried hands the vain cover their hair and curse the moist air. The homeless huddle in quiet desperation hoping to fight mother’s winter’s rude return, her warm bosom of summer seems so long gone. My transparent reflection on the glass separates me as I gaze into the gray dismal sky and dream of walks, gloved held hands. Pulled together at the heart, the cold does not pierce loves warm undying barrier. I imagine her porcelain skin, blushed cheek, and red wetted lips as the chilled air crystallizes the sparkle in her sea green eyes. She sees through me. I don’t exist. With empty cup and left tip, I wake from this dream, put on my armor and walk past my life back to where reality and angst wait.

senseless beat

these whiskey tales
of love

told tales
love
desire

these things floated
maybe just a breeze

forever cant be seen from youths ignorant heart

senseless beat
broken lies
this heart

tongue twisted tales
yours
of love

this twisted heart
left

cold in this
there are only memories

these wasted whiskey dreams
surely

just drunken tales

on me

i know baby
its cold in here to

wish these were wrapped around you
wish you, your scent danced
on me

wish i knew how to make
wishes come true

mannequin dream

Who’s going to take your mind away

tonight

Brown eyed, blue eyed, green eyed devil,

angel

Loneliness has no bounds

Dreamt of you
a dance riddled land
Black silky this and lacey topped that

You smelled of dreams and tasted of desire
Untouched
Oz has no rules

The softest skin has no feeling
Your loveless being
Mannequin dream

music danced in the air between
you and I
This hearts song to your def hearts beat

Seems the suns set, seems my suns set
Seems we have no meaning
Whiskey washed, this hearts dream

A green eyed, blue eyed, brown eyed devils scheme
Your tongue sets me free
Your touch

I will never be free

a souls parasite

Maybe it’s the change of the seasons, the light laying lower at dawn and the chilled breeze that carries the autumn colors to their grounded end. The deadened stares and bundled bodies that skate this cities walks. Their summers dance at an end, now turn inward to find their solace. The cold, the chill numbs the skin and perhaps just a bit, the heart. Sipping soy, fat free, plastic lattes, giving artificial peace, false hope for the soul, this replacement sun, this replacement lover, bogus blue tooth comfort for the masses, numb, deadened, silicone being, drink to your soulless delight. Stretched skin and clothing to match, decorated face and lifted lips, bleached fang, plastic painted eye and tucked tummy. A souls parasite, long legged stalker, quick tongued talker, who will you sink your filth into, whose your pray today?

hands held in hope fall

Its snowing,

it seems that sometimes the people you want to read you the most walk by
the world’s rotation takes them to a different counter a different place

had I a charming smile, a chiseled featured face
id hope to bring you into this unassuming shattered place

these broken dream days
a whiskey poured haze, we walked as king and queen
loved to love and left no feeling unfelt no lovers love untouched
these days of timeless love lust and forgotten trust

the earth does have an end

seems the cold brings a shiver
to not just the skin but perhaps to our fading youth
the softest skin wrinkles and the softest lips do certainly dry
brilliant eyes dimmed ,
pain,
heart ache, and uncertainty

hands held in hope fall

quivering appendages
weak, withered, wrinkled and shaking

time has taken his toll and this withered hearts being sobs

this snow
so cold

your chardonnay

blame me
your weakness
I am your merlot, your chardonnay, your kamikaze

your skin on mine
your whispers
your handheld grasp
so real

a Dali painting we are surreal

a lovers kiss does leave
the slightest taste
an obsession

with wine glazed lips
kissed
with hearts raced love we make
mistake again
a mistake
and again

maybe this time
time will erase

maybe this time a hearts beat
last pace
no more
no more are you
my place

maybe this time
you're my weakness

I miss you

It is your eyes
Your glance
This one last chance

In them I am lost
Wondering, dancing, hoping

Brilliant globes of hope, passion, truth

Wow again and again, wow
How love has dipped into my pool and all I have are faint sublime memories of you
Dancing this fools moon dreams
How I wish I held your heart like you held my hand

So long your touch
My loves love touch

A distant dance such as such
I miss you