Poetry Drafts

The truth is a weapon of last resort, blunt as shattered glass in the hands of a preacher, rock / paper / scissors – I choose lies and the demons of freedom

Above the clouds
a car park
.
Silk on skin
transparent lies
.
I reverse upon
erected nipples
.
Vibrating your
Blue sky

Green and Yellow
the pills that poison
my veins,

Expecting nothing in
return but a mind
that wants to live,

Thump
Thump
Thump,

Your tank top
covers little as
I yearn for pizza
and undisturbed
sex

Dad? If love is a bridge, does that mean heaven has free Wi-Fi?

In my mind’s eye
I smell
green curry

Shallow talk, like
skating on thin ice,
and drowning

grains of sand
in a glass of
timeless endings,

kisses I felt
through the years of
pandemonium tension,

skinny jeans
through and through
passionless tapdance,

the fire’s dying embers
a reminder of the
truth

heart on a stick
lollipop trick
murky
water
warning

battered but not bruised

skinless boneless dream

and tiny green

peas

sustain me

crumbs between her lips
I eat her dessert and
pleasures