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Credo
I believe in racket filled households,
pots and pan residue.
I believe in, not only, but worship your
wandering fingers and destructive curiosity.
I believe in raunchy outfits, in the
slut’s wardrobe (all hail Paris Hilton). -
Orpheus's Radio feature
graced by the illusive muse,
notes dripping from his tongue.
reeking of The Modern Heartbreak,
a knife twisted in his lung.
now, he’s crying out melodies,
words of the wise,
watering young eardrums,
poems in disguise. -
NO SOLICITORS PLEASE
Leave me alone,
The door is etched with sidewalk scratches
Blood or chalk will paint my walls.
My phone case smells of last tuesday, my breath
Smells of you. We celebrate our angst with massacres. -
trojan waltz
she wishes she was Helen.
her temple, sacred to all cynical teenagers
her temples, soldiers bounding from the barracks.
whittling war cries and humming to themselves. -
apricot
creep into my arms,
there are plenty of holes to climb into,
can you be one?
gothic style letttered vows, -
Perpetuated
A band of storytellers cries at the wake.
We mourn the basic rhythm of tomorrow,
Your words, overpowered by the bass.
Could I ask a question? And could you
Respond in all honesty, modestly?