These garments are like a tightly packed row of Hers dehydrated, deflated and hung up front to back. Each item was her in a mode, a mood, a moment in time each was chosen by her to reflect the parts of her personality most vibrant and attractive in times when she felt brave. They allContinue reading “musings upon her funeral dress”
Tag Archives: wife
being saved
once again this suffocating sea of shit has come close to stealing my breath once more she gives me hope the promise of beauty a prospect of happiness I’m beginning to get used to this not accustomed to having an angel just my self, my hate and a bottle stewing in the dark visited byContinue reading “being saved”
gods
Tom Waits growls and wails from the living room stereo I crack a fresh beer and join her on the bed a freshly-bought anthology of early Bukowski poems sits on the desk read me something, she says I read her poetry and drink beer as she listens with eyes closed her mouth held in aContinue reading “gods”
pleasantries
as I pour myself a shot I hear the clicking and clacking she puts a bottle of pills back into her shoulder-bag “so, you’ve brought your pharmacy with you in there,” I say as I down my liquor “and you’ve got your pharmacy in that bottle,” she says I come close to her and breatheContinue reading “pleasantries”
desire for you is hunger unknown
your protest is so, so very delicious to me you make me salivate, pant, quiver, sweat and ache for your soft, wet warmth inviting me inside you are my goddess, my queen wolf I long, I desire to worship within you to swim in your turbulent ocean for as long as physically possible and beyondContinue reading “desire for you is hunger unknown”
wolf goddess
dear wolf goddess I fear my cloth will not hold up to you the iron claws you bear will shred through my skin my skin as paper-thin as my pretense and I’ll be as soft as a babe in the woods this is the trust that I put in you that of a new-born inContinue reading “wolf goddess”
facing the truth of my condition
got a bump from a stranger that’s why I feel the urge to expell my heart on paper tonight I’ll admit it yes, I did it he offered and I took powder – coke or E or some other letter of the alphabet I don’t know puffed on a cigar for an hour talked aboutContinue reading “facing the truth of my condition”
dancing around the L word
we’re talking through the night the sun grows out of dark we’re not fighting but at one point I’m in tears from fear that it’s over then I cry with relief and joy when I find that it isn’t the birds are getting louder outside the beer goes down we both love each other butContinue reading “dancing around the L word”
my amadain
my Amadain, my sweet succulent soul the call from the crow that wakes me from slumber greeting days’ light with beauty’s plump promise my Amadain, my wilted flower that beyond death and past decay still beams forth with growth and curls its greenish tendons around my legs to pull me in my Amadain, my magnificentContinue reading “my amadain”
