Poems

Stop Fucking My Mind In The Ass With A Cactus Fuckheaded Fucking Cock Sucking Mother Fucker I woke up with a headache shaped like every stupid thing you ever said crammed sideways behind my eyesYou’re squatting in my skulltracking mud through every thoughtturning grocery lists into a trial full of liesEvery ping on my phone […]

Static Behind Glass noise Behind GlassI spill my guts on the table, wait for someone to hearWatch their eyes glaze overwishing I was anywhere but hereTruth spilling out in pieces, every word hits the floorAll I get is the silence—like I’m noise behind the door. noise behind glass, Nobody really hearsThe true story fades too

Static Charge noise ChargeVerse 1 A live wire runs between uscutting through the black, Every finger triggersthere is no turning back. Your stare is heavy voltageyour mouth is closing in, Inside the moving currentthe rush is on the skin. Chorus noise charge, a heavy beat, In your gripthe circuit’s sweet. Every touch a sudden biteInside

Soft Spot For Lost Causes You bring home strays in human formthe ones who chew through every leash and burn every hand that tries to hold them stillYou say you are done falling for leather jackets and sad eyesyet your heart keeps signing new leases on that same steep hillThere is a shelf in your

Spitebone You always landed perfect, like gravity loved youlike the world bent itself into cushions any time you fellI grew up kissing concrete, chewing gravelspitting teeth while everyone said you carried yourself so wellYou got “driven, ” I got “angry, ” you got “focused” I got “cold, ” Same hunger burning in our ribsbut yours

Smoke in an Unforgiving Wind Hands shaking lighting upbreath freezing in the streetLast cigarette between my lipsa promise I refuse to meet, City blinking warningssirens screaming down the block, Ash falls slowthe world turns hard, ticking on the clock. Smoke in an unforgiving wind, Burn it downwatch the wreckage spinEvery drag’s a lie I won’t

Soft Hands, Filthy Mouth You touch me like I am made of something breakablefingertips tracing slow along my ribsPalm warm on my stomach, thumb drawing lazy circlescalming down the panic and the fibsYour voice stays low, steady, asking “is this alrightslower, moreor less?” Then you lean close to my ear and say something so dirty

Slow-Motion Murder Doctor hands me numbers, charts shaded redsays “you change now or this road ends hard, ” I nodsmiletoss the pamphlet on a pile with every other warning cardCigarettes on the counter, grease in the bagcouch calling with that familiar sagging pleaI pick death in installments, one lazy day at a time Feels easier

Smile Like A Sales Pitch VerseMorning polish on my teethmy skin pulled tight around a hollow mannequin grin that fits this tailored suit too wellCards on the table, cards in my pocketlittle white tombstones stacked with names I want to watch go still and fellEvery compliment sticks to my face like tape while my mind

Skull Full Of Sirens You talk like you run the whole blockbarking orders at every head in the lineI spent years nodding, head downletting your spit drip into my spineYou stepped on my mouth every time I tried to bitepushed my head into the sink and chokedNow the waterline’s rising in your lungs every joke