Poems

The Black Swan BetHe allocates three percent of the fund every year,To options that pay off in the catastrophic event,The market crash, the credit crisis, the atomic fear,The tail risk that the normal distribution has not spent.The black swan bet, the insurance on the impossible,The black swan bet, the tail risk and the possible,The black […]

Snake-Eyed Shuffle She danced like a storm with a venomous grinBoots on the table, drink soaked in sinSaid she once married a man with a topNow she beds devils just to drag ’em down She’s got a switchblade stare and a noose for charmKnows how to smile while breaking your armthat back alley gospel rolls

Beneath the iron clouds and their weary scorn,a beast of steel awakens, sleek and forlorn.Its sinews hum with an untamed power,a predor bred for the breakneck hour.Wheels scream defiance against gravel and dirt,a savage hymn for those who crave the hurt.The road stretches out, a ribbon of defiance,challenging gods with mechanical reliance.Chrome reflects the scars

Snake Eyes and Sugar Lies She had a mouth like bourbon and a kiss like heStole my wallet, my time, and the shoes off my feetSmelled like trouble, walked like sinI let her in ‘cause I wanted to lose again Her bedroom eyes played five-card cheShe’d win your soul, then fuck up the beTold me

She rollssnake eyesevery time And I keepbettingeverything Her smilelands crookedon my chest Like a fistwrapped insomething soft Snake eyes, I lose again,she takes the whole table clean,I put it all back upand she rolls mean Her fingerson the feltmove slow Deliberatelike a womancounting scars She looks upthrough lashesdark as pitch And deals mesomethingI cannot fold

Scrched Walls and Sin PillsThere’s chalk on the mirror, numbers that screamA bed full of ashes where I used to dreamVoices play poker with wh’s left of my prideThey bet with my teeth and laugh while I hideI dug through my chest to find my own nameJust a note that read “Too late to blame”I

🎸 SONG #19: “Shotgun Cherry”She showed up the gig in a red crop topWith heels that screamed and a strut that stoppedThe bouncers dead, the bassline flShe said, “I ain’t here for the band—just the br.”Pulled me backstage, slammed the doorPushed me down on a sticky floorSaid, “You better play like you fuckin’ mean—I like

(Verse 1)Woke up to that crooked paper taped sideways on my doorRed ink screaming louder than the traffic on the floorCoffee gone bitter in a cup from the night beforeFeels like this whole damn building wants me out by four (Verse 2)Boss cut my hours with that soft little corporate grinTold me I should feel

Outlaw PulseRagged flags are waving, choking streets with gasolineMiddle fingers raised high, revolution’s nicotineBanners painted blood red, broken glass beneath our bootsSpitting fire, spitting venom, spitting out forbidden truthsWe are the outlaw pulse, wild hearts never tameRaised fists and bleeding wrists, screaming out our titlesRebels writing history in scars across our skinBorn to break the

“One More Line”Started with a script from a surgeon’s handWhite bottle full of promised landTurned the volume down, shut the voices offOne became two, two became chainsNodded off in a bridal suiteDreamed of fire beneath dirty sheetsOne more line, one more nightAnother piece of soul sold for flightIt steals your youth and leaves you oldOne