Poems

House Where the Clocks Are WrongIt’s the hour between the clicks, when the clock hands stutter and the wallpaper curls at the seams,Where every minute lasts a year and the house smells of rot and winter-burned skin,Night slips in sideways, dragging its nails across the windowpane,You hold your breath in the hallway, certain something watches,The […]

Track 6: I Miss My Dinosaur [No lyrics stored on-chain]Description: Feb 5 is my birthday, so this is dedicated to meeeeeeeeee……. I Miss My Dinosaur

Happy Hour HeroThe clock hits five and something in my bloodstream shifts,the afternoon’s been long and now the evening lifts,I’m pulling into the parking lot at quarter past,the happy hour special runs till seven, I’ll make it last,the bartender’s already got the draft glass in his hand,he knows my usual order and my land,I settle

Hellish Bells At Twelve – Song [Wraith]Verse 1All the good songs died out around ten, and the Bluetooth speaker gave up at eleven-oh-two,You were half-asleep in a house full of leftovers and empty bottles, scrolling past other people’s perfect nights like they were taunting you,Then the tower across town cleared its throat in iron and

Hangover Dawn and Honest Light [Wreath]The year starts in a living room that looks like it tried to host a storm and only half survived the dare,Empty cups on every flat surface, confetti welded to the floor by dried soda, a stray heel under the coffee table that belongs to someone not currently here,A half-inflated

Hangover Dawn and Honest Light – Song [Wreath]Verse 1Empty cups on the coffee table, glitter taped to the floor where the cola dried,Someone’s jacket on the back of a chair like it walked off their shoulders and tried to hide,Cousins crashed in a heap on the couch, party hats sideways, mouths open wide,I step past

Forty-Five Minutes LateShe showed up forty-five minutes past the agreed time with a look that said,Don’t ask about the forty-five minutes and I read the sign and I didn’t instead,I’d been sitting with a bourbon and the ambient uncertainty of a man,Who doesn’t know if he’s been stood up but she knocked and I ran.To

From the first time our bodies brushed, it was more than mere chance,A spark flickered between us, igniting a fiery dance.In the throes of ecstasy, our bodies entwined,We discovered a passion so raw, so wholly divine.Tell me about the first time my fingers traced your skin,Teasing the edge of desire, inviting you in.The pleasure roared

Five OClock WhoreSaw her the diner after the rushHair like sin and lips that crushClocked out early, still dressed to sinWith the look of someone who always winsShe doesn’t smile, she doesn’t teaseShe moves like sweat between the sheetsKnows her worth, knows her gameEvery man just learns her nameShes a five oclock whoreNo shame, just

First Time With YouShe answered the door in a borrowed t-shirt and nothing beneath it worth naming,I stepped inside her hallway and every good intention went up in flaming,She smelled like soap and something darker I could not quite identify then,I had my hands around her waist before we’d made it to a count of