Departed wet

In the moonlight
the ghost got an erection.
But its shadow,
being modest,
just blurred itself

and took a cold shower.

It's 7 In The Afternoon

Yes 7 IN THE AFTERNOON

And I have forgotten

How to write in poetics 

Tongue kissed and gaping like
a siren missing from her sea.

 

I have been coughing up black for days.  

 Unable to clean the taste from my mouth,

These broken keyboard keys sewn into my fingertips scream something fierce.

They ache with longing to tell of a story

I am so damn tired of looking over railings
and wondering what it would feel like to fall.
.

Haunted

His whispered goodbyes caught fire
in the whites of her eyes as wild dogs
and empty oceans devoured him.
 

Standing still for years, 

She with a waiting heart and waiting fingers

Gave birth to ghosts with feathers.
Haunting in his sleep, swinging like

Sharp jewelery and pendulums

Carving cryptic messages upon his floor

'You, with your tattooed baptism skin
and slithering tongue of sweet poison
left her aching ashes mixed with gunpowder.'