Pound Pavement

There are monsters on city streets

Eating heartfelt confessions

For midnight snacks

We are a pack of wild dogs

Shuffling corner store purchases

From one brick bound neighborhood

To the next

Dirty like the thoughts old men have

While staring through the windows

Of lingere shops 

Paying off cops

Striking matches on parking meters

Lighting fires in empty ruined lots

Warming frost bitten knives

To white hot weapons

Because

There are monsters on city streets

With dreams dripping from their teeth

Hungry for the love we waste

The lust we make

Waiting for the shiver and the shake

And the blood to break

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These small town beauty queens

Sitting on front steps 

Smoking 

Waiting for local boys

Racing down the Main Street

They smile with those sly lips

Pants hugging birthing hips

Tempting fate to change them

From shy innocence

To carnal experts

There is nothing else here

But sex and cigarettes 

And the little boys in their shiny cars

Making love to their Vaseline jars

With wispy beards and nervous hands

Fumbling with boredom and the worm

Between their legs

Locked in this tiny town cage

Never dreaming of escape

Robotics and Antibiotics

Electric heart

Pushes starlight through

Your veins

Cold and burning

Frost bite on my skin 

Plastic love on plastic sheets 

Tired streets

Fractured nightmares colliding 

With dream girls 

Angels spread too thin

When you are my everything

How do I feed this nothing

That eats the world 

Pocket change could buy

Me love in a paper cup

Searching for bits of you 

To stick in my skin 

Goddamn it 

I made too many errors

And letting go was bigger

Than waiting patiently 

Who has your heart now

Plugged in and beating

I am cold to the touch

And burning

Winter Is Beautiful

Manic for weeks

Positive racing thoughts

Pushing toward that depression

I feel the fall coming

Like I can smell the snow in the air

And it's a frustrating mess

That much is true

It has nothing to do with you

Or me

Just chemicals imbalanced 

Out of sync

A monkey on my back

Ghosts in my head

Iced over sidewalks 

Slipping

I fall

Exhausted Day Dream

I look for you

In the lyrics

To every song I hear

I pour over the pages

Of every book

Hoping for a fleeting

Glimpse of something you've 

Left behind

I am hopeless

Teetering on the edge

Of a cliff

Trying to let go 

Before this love pushes me

Off

And I fall

Dead weight rushing toward

The waves

Below 

I look for you

But can't see past my own lies

Or the seaweed combed waves