2 to 2 (A.M.)

It’s getting late, But I have a confession to make- Well, a few.. But not all of them are for you. . You see, I don’t sleep well And some days it feels like hell They think I’m red but I’m dark blue And I feel alone in every crowded room. . I get lonely…

Well, That Will Haunt Me.

I’m sure we’ve all done things we regret- shoplifting, eating cat food, double parking- I’m not exactly a saint, myself. Of course, there are some levels even I’d hoped never to stoop to. As usual, sambuca had plans that run alternatively to mine. This would be all fine and dandy, but me and sambuca have…

Time’s a Funny Thing, Part 6

‘What do you want to know?’ Hannah asks, poking the wall as it writhes. I’m not sure where to start. ‘What are the shadow things? Where are we? Why couldn’t anyone remember me? What-‘ ‘One at a time, for the love of god! Right, the shadow things are… Police, of sorts. They like to be…

The Genie

She tasted like cinnamon- it contrasted the rest of her; that was blue. Herself? She was scum, numb and dumb. Cinnamon- it set his lips on fire and it awoke something else too- something that craved spices and the exotic that could not be seen beneath her blue exterior. Cinnamon smuggled beneath her skin, red…

Now

When I met you we were seventeen But we were in love as well And I knew your taste And I knew your smell Sometimes I wonder Just where you are- And do you still think of loving me? Listening to our old songs Under the  same covers where we used to lay We’d be…

In your Brain

There’s a disease in your brain, and that means that nothing will ever be the same. I saw you putting your keys into the bowl of avocados, and when I told the doctor she upped your dose. But that never helps like it should, does it? And you sleep through the days the way you…

John and Yoko. (Fear).

I don’t want to be a revolutionary I don’t want to get shot in the chest I want my life to be stationary I want to be at rest. …. Wouldn’t it be funny if you and I were John and Yoko, Loving for what’s right Loving for peace, real slow. I wish these questions…

Her Song

She holds on to your memory. Keeps your picture near at all times. Her locket. Her bedside. Her piano. Dark curls and green eyes. Perfect white teeth. A sharp chin. Her lover. Arched eyebrows. When she sits at the keyboard to play, She’ll hear the words in her ears. The sound of love. ‘I’ll be…

Dulce et Decorum est in Discite Scholarum

March in lines of grey ties Camouflaged in grey and black, Till on the haunting flares you turn your back Huddled like old beggars over schoolbooks While a mind once at play learns to comply With a system made of every possible lie. Creativity dim through a misty pane of chalk, A memory to plunge…

Socio

‘Couple miles down the road You’ll find a messed up little cabin Where a man made his sin And there’s a story to be told Baby, please don’t cry! Oh baby, please don’t die! Well, it was pretty cold that night. Snow came raining down. Her car’d stopped. No rescue found. ‘Till he found her…

Bella Donna

Sweet sweet poison pours from your lips to mine As life spills from me I find my regrets where they still lie, In your eyes as mine begin to shine. Why, my Bella Donna, Why? Blooming so young is never a wise thing to do, Dear sweet Bella- If you never meant to hurt me…

Time’s a Funny Thing, Part 5

The waiter pukes into a couple of glasses as we enter the bar. Hannah downs the whole thing in one gulp and they both look at me expectantly. She frowns- ‘Doctor, don’t be rude. Save that for later.’