These lilac winds On your eyelashes Wiping The pieces of me And establishing Estates Of nothing. They dance And dance Over your brows And pluck out All of my Remains. And these lilac winds Walk On your forehead Dusting the Nastiness away. Now this air Step On your cheek And plant A gentle kiss. It whirled Over your lips Touch…
I live in the ashtray In the hours of darkness, I couldn’t sing And the days when I fumble with the blade Unable to write a thing. I paint my nails black And of my blood, I take a sip And it burns my throat While it touches my lips. I write with white ink on white paper And…
Oh, it’s time for bed. And my mind will flood With ideas you see- For diving in poetry sea. Those were my thoughts, Rather, are my thoughts? Every night while on the bed, Resting my aching back and head. I rack my brains, To get fresh lines. Break away the reigns, I ask my mind, fine. Writing you know, Is…