Flowers shooting roots into damp earth. Neurosis, in full bloom with petals so striking. Oh, such a cute brunette. Oh, those curves, just out of reach and throbbing like veins full of disappearing ink. Sinking in, my breath’s soiled with cigarettes and bottled beer. Beneath her floral dress, she craves what I am. Hitching… Read more

  Spooning for a heightened state of awareness. Choking on dreams at 3 am so ashamed at ever having dreamt at all. You forget the names of lovers, especially the ones that never had any fire. Especially those that never made you gasp for air by taking you to the point of no return. It’s not… Read more

  Somewhere on the outskirts of hell, there’s a vision of two lovers embracing. A lakeside smile beneath trees barely existing. Photographs not taken. Words never breathed. Illness, madness. They transform this dull shell into something quite strange. Hands on hips and mouthfuls of your hair as beads of sweat trickle into my eyes causing me… Read more

  It stands where man passes. It exists within and without. You have your charms, and there are times when the thought of your body sets my teeth on edge, yet your sex is mine to deny. It drains and fades. It grows old and weary like those youthful hopes you abandoned through the fear… Read more

Bullet holes above your bed. Digital pheromones shoved down your throat by some other lover wishing to have you silenced at whatever cost. The shape of your breasts from side on; they make me choke, and they put me in a rage that knows no end. Unions of metal carved into your milky skin. Tattoos to… Read more

  Slipping like a ballerina with no feet, and crumbling like the walls of your sanity as you rise ten miles high. In a few seconds, you realise it’s all over, but that’s never stopped you before. How does it make you feel to be all alone? How do you sleep at night knowing you’re… Read more

Psychosis in children. Imaginary friends that never left. The birth of madness mirrored in the valley between her breasts. Eyes like a cat and body of a woman. The shining of sex and the prowling nature of her sultry walk. She comes without warning. A voyeur of lovers with no idea of their meaning. Writing into the… Read more

Young girl slipping between the cracks in the pavement as my mouth tastes the dead air and likes it. Sleepless sighs as she curls in my arms as somewhere in the future, shrieking sirens bring us closer. Drunk on words, and drunk on thoughts that never diminish despite the years and faces that try their… Read more

  Distant ships and your fingers on the lid of the killing jar. The taste of alcohol speaks to me of frozen landscapes while lost love lurks somewhere nearby. It’s in a handful of your hair as we do our thing. It’s in the silence that comes when you can’t think of any other reason… Read more

The hours when no one knows if you’re dead or alive. Day after day of work to corrode the soul. Anyone who enjoys working for a living must surely be ill, for are we not poets and lovers? Whoever would want only to devote their life to earning money, is in need of wiping out.… Read more