And Lastly; It Could Have Been Anyone Else.

I breathed out
And let go your name.

On my lips
Kiss swollen, too plain.

I breathed in
And cursed that name.

Cracked, wind burned
Corner dwelling former lover,

Oh, I cannot speak of you
Never think of you.

Your name here,
And Your name here.

Resigned To The Suburbs, After The Fight.

City rooftops and
black tar heroin
sticking to feet
like flies on filmy paper
dirty wastebin condoms
wheelchairs to hold the booze
the one legged man
the cockroach smiles.
dumpster dove moldy bread
rat knawed apples
dirty fingernails
defected.
caught in the turnstile.

Listening In The Alley.

Bare womb,
except the still child
rotting along the walls
Shrieking cat,
drawn out wails like nails
against a board for chalking.
What lays
inside was alive and murdering
rupturing on its way out.
predicted storm
the likes of which never seen
and had never come before.