Poems

Slow Burn The room holds its breath while the window seam leaks city noise,your laugh lands low in my chest like a match that refuses to catchuntil I cup both hands around it,and we stand close enough for the pulse in your throat to set my rhythm close enough for the zipper’s patient descent to […]

Skin Prayers You walk past me in that crowded room and every sane thought I’ve ever had just shuts the fuck off like someone killed the lights upstairs with a quick tilt of your headI can hear my better judgment banging on the inside of my skullbut your perfume is already climbing into my lungsrewriting

Skin I’ll Never Wear You step out of the shower and the mirror shows your winevery line smoothevery muscle in the right brutal placeYou tie your hairpull on anything and it fits like it was grown thereno tug, no shame, no war with your own faceI stand next to you in the bathroom light, same

Sirens in the Stillness Verse 1 He cracked a joke, turned out the lightNo one saw the battle in the night. He said he’d callthe line stayed still, His coat hangs therethe bed is chill.Verse 2 She drafted words she never sentErased the linesher courage spent. They said she wore a sunny bloom But sadness

Silver Dreams Verse 1 You visit when I sleepwrapped in a heavy light, A touch as soft as raina kiss that settles right. In the space of make-believewhere desire starts to burn, We find the hidden pathwith nowhere left to turn. Chorus In these dreams, the spirits bind, Under starswe leave the blind. Every breath

Silver Spoons and Paper Receipts Box of old silver, knuckles tightWedding band sold just to make it through the nightPawnshop lights flicker on the ache in my handSelling off history just to meet their demand.Silver spoons and paper receiptsTrading time for a meal and some heatAll that’s left of home gets sold cheap Silver spoons

Short Verse 2 Rain on the bright, Gum on my shoeEvery favor I gave you, Now sits on your tab.I am done playing medic in your bar fightswiping your nose while you brag about damage you did not takeDone dragging you out of gutters while you stagger back toward the spotlight for another lie you

Sidewalk Saint With A Switchblade I played sidewalk saint for yearshanding out advice like free cigarettes on corners you only hit when you were lowPatched your fights, walked you homelistened to you sob about people who never once showed up to your gigYou called me brother, called me solidthen vanished when the crowd came sniffing

Short Verse 2 (2) Short Verse 2No voice. No vote. Just ink on their hands, And a laugh in the throat.Years later nothing changedjust the setting and the billsThey still take credit for our workstill stand on our backs for their thrills, The officethe band room, the diner night shift same script swapped into new

Short Verse 2 (3) Short Verse 2Red hand. White man. I stay. You ran.I watched you treat every stranger better than the ones who held you up when you were stoned and shakingHeard you tell my stories with your signature on themevery lie another mark in the ledger I was makingYou laughed off my anger,