The Evening Glitter

Quite words typed out on a keyboard late at night

while the moon shines bright

is all that remains in these

time worn veins

just a voice a-twitter in the

evening glitter

Drunk On Rhyme

I left my home and extinct profession

to walk the empty streets during

those orange

summers

we were alone together and covered

in nicotine patch quilts

singing

frozen marmalade pop songs

and adding color to the high

contrast grey

days

playing jazz and new world sounds

on countertops and garbage

cans we danced like

children

and somehow managed

to touch each others

sweet

spot

Combustible Bliss

Like a meteor shower

dancing down

my drain

i stay inside and

watch it rain

all purple haze and

shimmering film

and the blue light from the television

watches me as

i watch it

the commercials created our desires

then packaged our dreams

and trademarked the

empty places we

tried to fill

it begins to rain harder

and i can see

the volcanic

dust

and it’s july 17, 2017

on a wednesday

at 11:00 pm

i bought everything i could

but i’m still alone and

think of you

often

as i lie here stuck in between

yesterday and

tomorrow

in this combustible

bliss