When I think of that night

 I smell wet burning leaves

And what remained of your perfume 

Under rain and sweat 

Clinging to your skin

Like I was 

It's all that's left 

Hints

Of who we were 

Once 

When we could still laugh

Faint

And fading more with each recall

I've tried to save it all 

By putting you out of my mind

And writing our bodies 

Line for line 

On crumpled notes

That I've stuffed so deep into 

The folds of this coat 

In hopes that I'll shed it for a new season 

But you're there

Faint 

In the summer when I'm bare 

I know it'll be easy to not think of the leaves 

Or when they'll fall 

Or that I'll have to gather them all 

But it will be brisk 

And I'll need this coat 

And I'll burn those leaves 

On a wet autumn evening 

Bedbugs? Hate ’em.

Skeeters, Ticks.

Same with Roaches,

Cave Crick-ets

Take your Termites,

Fleas & Ants.

Send ’em packin’—

Also Gnats.

Moths & Beetles,

Spiders, Wasps?

Get them out

At any cost.

Leave the Worms

& Honey Bees,

Ladybugs,

& Centipedes.

They don’t bug me.

(Don’t know why ...)

By the way,

Keep Butterflies.

Each of these drops are familiar

Nights awaiting your storm

To gather

These gray days

Still demand notice

Reflection

I turn my collar to the cold and wet

And carry memories like weights

Around my neck

You're going to be my savior or my Demise. I need a Carl Solomon and you just happen to fit the bill. I'm speckled out and thrown away. Neon Supermarkets of the goddamn world. Leave me now. Or come back. Let me drink in the beauty of your filth. I'll saturate you with cum and hope and you'll rip my fucking soul apart.

And we'll save ourselves from fear and lies and judgment. Or we'll die slowly. Painful and high.

But I need you you plead and I'm down with that. Because I'm on my knees with your clit beneath my tongue. Looking up at perfection.

As I sit sipping coffee

My mind starts to wander.

Creative juices flowing,

This stuff just keeps coming.

Pencil in hand,

Making a mess of the paper.

When it's done

A release of pressure.

And for a while

No more tension.

She's taken her licks

Arms raised

Head bowed

She's like prizefighter

From the waist down

after so many steps

I start to hunch,

licking dust

embedded within the trail.

dream of a cloud

drifting into puddles

in search of mud.

I remain as fibers,

waiting for replacement.

bleach my body

and I may last

for a little while,

but we both know

you're making plans

to renovate life

and I'll be the first to go.

I saw your picture

Again today

You're like a missing person

Who just can't seem to stay away

The haunting is everlasting

I feel it everyday

How long will these memories last me

The edges are frayed

Every crack

He's laid upon you

Letting more of your light through

Baby, don't confuse

Shining with dying

If he only knew

You're about to burn this fucker down