You run your fingers over fingers over velvet
He runs his talons through his hair
Blade under sleeve and sleeve and
The thought alone has you stifling with sweat
He takes the pot and thanks the chair
You’re bent like a low card
You dance across the house floor
A high roller
Charmer of pockets, he does more because
Now the scene shifts from floor to room to bed
And you’ll run your fingers through...
A bolt of lightning danced across the sky, setting it aglow with a purplish hue and illuminating the skyline. Of course, the skyline didn’t need much illuminating.
The small buildings stuck out like small shards of glass, swept under the rug and forgotten about until someone who’s trouble is worth something steps on it.
Near the outskirts, I could still see the dumpsters where the bussers would...
Just like every night before this, I ascended the steps as my eyes sealed.
Except, it wasn’t really like closing your eyes. It was more like when you step outside into the sun, and it takes a minute for your eyes to adjust. But suddenly you’re standing on your porch, or a bustling sidewalk, or in a field, or wherever that door normally takes you.
The door of my eyes, however, didn’t lead to any ...
Like all the others
The walls are made of a plaster
Like canvas of an oil painting
The door is guilded mahogany
And guilt once sat in the bathtub
As red stained the grey marble of the floor
What happened
Behind that door?
Thicker than a vault, yet
By design,
Just as easy
Just one door before
The room of a king
Three consecutive 7’s align
In a window
The width of a greedy gaze
As such,
None w...
Precious
Held close
What is dear
And near to you
Your heart is a lockbox
And I am just a thief
A knavish master of picks and tricks
Rich
Your son
Two conflicting interests
You chose the one
Which cannot love you back
Which can buy you most anything
The boy becomes enslaved to your empire
Shining
Desert Gem
The Glass Locust
Hotel, casino, and trap
A place to survive or
Perhaps a place to dry out...
When you keep telling yourself the same thing over and over again, do you start to believe it?
“I’m a good kid. I’m a good kid. I’m-“
The other kids watch me march up the steps made of planks that precariously jut out the side of the island above the clouds. I am on my way to the alchemy laboratory. My favourite place. They turn away after I let the door slam behind me and continue to kick their...
It sleeps in dead cold
It is a hard, unforgiving bed from which the small tufts of grass once grew
Funny how life had to start there
Now that all is dust, we bury the dead, those we all knew
Maybe there’s a large weight holding them beneath the surface
It’s colder and harder than the rest of the underground
Once the grave has been filled, there’s little hope they can be found
We forget them an...
If only you would stop talking
But your words are an obligation
I really should get walking
You see, we've found a complication
And just over your shoulder
Someone else I spy
I'm the beholder
If beauty is in the eye
I wish not to be rude
Because you seem to take interest
Over this lovely food
But when I look across, I can't help but be impressed
I push in my chair as you take note of how brief
...
Maybe it *was* about the money this time.
But not for the reason you think. I have been diagnosed with a vascular degenerative disease. My blood vessels are slowly collapsing and cutting off blood flow to my body, starting with my tiniest capillaries until my arteries cave in and then finally, my heart will implode, but by then I will already be dead. The doctors say I have about a year before th...
