Nighttime Afflictions

Cold sweat pricks the hot skin on my neck as I wake up to the nightmare of you not existing anymore, of you ending it all with a rope, of you ending it with the scarlett of your blood flowing through the water of your overflowing bucket, and a bruise impossible to stitch up. No …

Beat Dreams

I wish you came in a chopper And smoked illegal drugs Worshipping Kerouac and Ginsberg Cassidy and Borroughs I wish you were a Dharma Bum And wore beaded bracelets Living in a mini van With no cares about a tomorrow I wish you walked around half naked Because clothes bind you down Living in your …

Urban Legend

Under the willow tree, sat she Not any happier could she be Into the moonlit sky did she stare Thinking of all things she could dare A swim in the deep blue sea With the sky a hue of ivory Jumping off a cliff, in the winter Riding the horse in the summer Of the …