Poems

Midnight Choir Loft Dust Verse 1 The organ pipes look down like rusted ribs of steelSilent mouths just waiting for a hand to make them feel. The moon leans in through glass that time has crackedA saint is missingjust a hole of black. The robes hang in the closetthin and graySwaying when the wind comes […]

Midnight Rhythm Verse 1 A rising sound of breathinside the dead of night, Every noise a promiserising to the height. Your fingers trace the linesupon my waiting skin, In this heavy musiclet the track begin. Chorus A beat that only we can hear, motion in the darkIn this sudden feverwe hit the mark. Every touch

Middle Eight If you’re tired of fake politeliving small to pass the test, Come sit by mewe’ll talk our shit and still wish them the bestBless your little anxious heartbless your big messy brainBless your filthy sailor mouth that keeps you sane. Good vibes, bad mouth, let them gasp and let them frownWe’ll be busy

Messy House Holy Heart There is a leaning tower of laundry on your chair that could qualify as modern artDishes in the sink from two, maybe three daysa pizza box near the couch that still smells faintly like garlic and shameYour floor has that crunchy mystery texture in one corner where something spilled and you

Middle Eight (2) Middle EightIf tomorrow hits you sideways and you want to disappearPlay this in your headphones and pretend we’re all still hereI’ll be in your corner swearing loudly, “fuck the darkcome as you are, ” You’re invited back to misfit heavenno dress code, no coverjust a wide open door at this bar. Last

Lullaby for a Little Light Verse 1You were smaller than a whisper sitting quiet in her dreamingjust a shimmer on the water where her future learned your nameEvery hope she never said out loud was folding tiny paper wings for youall the colors she was saving for your room inside the frameShe would trace out

Make Me An Offer Empty safe. Dry well. Quiet phone. No sell. Bills stacked. Card maxed. No shine. Outtaxed. Used to swim In gold. Now I’m cold.I had it all, blew it allfed the beast till it ate my spineNow I am standing in the street Holding a cardboard sign.Make me an offerI will sell

Lipstick on the Feedback Verse 1 Purple light is flooding through the heavy doorlow end is kicking upwards from the floor. Your laugh is cutting through the DJ trackStepping over lines and not looking back. Leaning in to shout above the soundBreath tastes like the cherry that you found. Hand upon my shouldertapping timeWhile the

Little Light, Still Ours Verse 1You were only just a whisper in the quiet of her dreaminglittle heartbeat hiding softly in the hollow of her handShe was talking to your shadow every night before she slepttelling stories you could follow when you reached this side of landEvery name she ever thought of wrapped around you

Let It Rot Pipe leaks in the ceiling, drip in a bucketmold creeping down like a slow-motion throatLandlord texts, friends nag, “call someone, fix it, manthat shit will kill you, ” I just shrug in my coatPhone on my chest, screen litthumb one tap away from saving the whole damn roomI roll over, turn the