Month: April 2016

Stolen  memories 

The whiskey burned

like the hole left over

from a stolen memory

I plotted many murders

but no blood ever splashed upon my hands

I wrote love poems

but never learned

to love 

The wine was never enough

None of it

was ever enough

in the very end

Life kills

far too slow

sometimes

And far too swiftly

other times

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Ballgame death song 

I drove for miles

but your decay still lingered

on my lips

Your death song played

at every ballgame

The living only toil

I think as I drive past rusted old cars

and dirty barefoot children

I can see the ribs of a dog 

from the freeway

This life

Is too much. 

Nirvana Lyrics on Napkins

The wind changes

direction

and I fall in and out

and back again

Don’t you know I’m a fickle girl?

I drink watered down 

whiskey

contemplating my desires 

and write Nirvana lyrics

on napkins

at 3 a.m.

in hopes he will summon me

but there is only smoke

and a mirror

that tells me

my mascara is running.