Lights shine artfully from towers that stab the night sky. That’s the key. The fill light seeps from lamp-posts and taxis and pedestrian cars. The darkness becomes the subject that’s framed in heroic personification. Alley-bound prowlers become protagonists in the urban ballet of apathy and compassion. Smoke emits from gutters to languish. Ambition puts rootContinue reading “Hunting Ground”
Tag Archives: desire
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top-hat, tie and cane vest that holds my pocket-watch knock the night out cold
the return.
hushed warble uttered your lowest point your most susceptible vulnerable moment’s self doubt fear cannot match that pitied yowl’s echo loosed from tongue and throat the time hour chime sounds the hallway’s grandfather clock you know for the first time for certain and without doubt your love will not be returning from the edge
clipping and clopping the heels of the ladies walk through hallways and dreams
liberate your sin
Fair figure wrapped in veil of fragile skin Soft visage kept in shade from ray of sun The posture of your legs moan, “Come on in” Meanwhile, your rolling eyes do much to shun For men of flesh and blood and not of tin Can forage far and wide intent on fun But only whenContinue reading “liberate your sin”
a kind gesture
Graciously beyond and above common standards of masculine practice fiercely enforced and stubbornly upheld by fathers, uncles, coaches and drill sergeants from his past, he reached up to take the kind offer of her hand and together a smile of mutual gratitude was shared between them.
of shams and stiff shakes
the bartender last night was a sham his tie was crooked and I didn’t trust his beard his Manhattan tasted like broken ice tonight is a gift on a Saturday night the barmaid slinks and glides her shake is hard and her mix is stiff so am I
London at 3 a.m.
the street is alive whether that life has a point to it or not whether that life is that that which gives back to the creator or that which sucks the absolute energy away from all around it has yet to be seen whether it’s that guy at the party who’s asking everyone for aContinue reading “London at 3 a.m.”
direction
sometimes you see a pair of legs walking down the sidewalk that makes you forget where you were it was you yourself were walking and make you cease to care
accidental perversion
a blonde in black tight black leather and denim propped up pretty on a bar stool the top of her ass crack peeking out above her belt the little moments that make you feel alive
