Sweeter Than The Candy

I curse these lonely hearts
That drop bombs on cities
And flood streets with poison
You have bruised me blue
They run deep and won't heal with time
I fear the oncoming storm
It's brewing and stewing
Breaking bridges
Blooding noses
Skipping stones
You were never true to me
Unlike this needle rain that pricks
my skin
And prices me cheaply
Like candle ghosts haunting dreams
Every footstep carries in this place
I fear the flood
The flood
The flood
And the cold embrace of water filled lungs

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It can be a long night
When you reminisce
Get drunk and wonder
Why do you still come here
Why do you still care

Halloween Parade

Chaos in motion
Ink skin and dusty bones
hair too long face to scruffy
These hands tingle and shake
with memories
Little machines and touch screens
Two years changes everything
These October days are chilly
Northern scenes change leaves to orange dreams
Porches littered with pumpkins and ghosts
Candy parades in small towns
Order to this chaos
This motion
This never ceasing shaking
And second guessing of every move that is made

Swoon

I am the king of bad decisions
Proudly wearing my rusty crown and brandishing a wooden sword
You know this though
You have knelt at my thrown of plastic before
Cowered in the shadow of my rage
A few more coins have been tossed on the table
You are so pleased with yourself
Your knight in his polished armor
Was my love not sufficient
My kingdom too tired
A chill runs down my inked spine
Lights flicker
Nightmares run rampant

Post Traumatic Stress

The windows steam
I am boiling
Midnight is morning
These bottles are old friends needing new homes
There is murder in the kitchen
Hissing pots and scolding flames
These knives are rusty enemies tired of their work
I am tired of my work too
Burnt out on processors and programs
On software and living code
Cubicle hopping screen staring
Keyboard mashing

I Am An Old Man In A Dry Month

Parked on a park bench
Watching young girls sell hard against the boulevard
So they can do smack out back with the white trash boys
Who size me up
Hats crooked like their mothers teeth
Slouching and leaning in their stride
No real threat to any one but themselves
drawn out skinny arms with bad back room tattoos already turning blue
This is our future or part of it
While a young couple breezes by both with their noses buried in smart phones
Oblivious to anything outside their happy little bubble

I Trip and Fall

Cat calls down dark street
I am too drunk to care
Sometimes I am too close to caring to call
To reach out
Fingers out stretched
Then pulled back
Light breaks inebriated thought
Headlight caught red handed
Too drunk to run
I am too close to not love you
I can't make it stop
Too drunk to even care
I fall to blacktop
Scrape skin bleed blood
As red as my blue blue bruised heart