Poems

Lion’s Share Bag rider with the hazard lights ticking on a busted side streetPhone on the dash screaming “hot zone” while the fries go cold in the heatRestaurant packedticket rail hanging low with other folks’ good nightsI’m the ghost with the order numberchewing through my own cheap bites. I wait twenty extra minutes while they […]

Ledger Written In Blood I kept quiet while you carved your victories on my back with every smug little lie you told in crowded rooms for funKept the books in my skull while you stole my workmy time, my pulsethen grinned and called yourself the only one who gets things doneEvery slight, every shoveevery shrugged

Left On Read Again Matched with your picture on a Tuesdayhalf drunk on lack of sleepYour bio said you loved bad movies and digging way too deepWe traded jokes for three whole daysinside bits and broken themesFelt my chest lean just a little every time the screen lit up with your schemes. Then the typing

Last Call For Misfit Heaven The sign buzzes like a migraine over sticky floors and wobbly chairs in this almost-closing bar of half-paid tabs and unfinished fightsThe jukebox wheezes out a classic that has played through too many breakupstoo many makeups under parking lot lightsWe’re all here in our thrift store jacketssmudged eyeliner, work boots,

Last Night On This Crappy Little Planet News anchors talk like funeral directors with nice hairlists of disasters scrolling under their voices while the ads sell us perfect teethSome scientist on a podcast says we might have decadessome say lesscharts circling the drain right underneathYou read another article at three in the morning about oceans

Lala la lalala LaLa la laa laaaaah Lala la lalala LaLa la laa laaaaah…You flip on the news and it feels like a snuff film with sponsorsevery smiling anchor reading body counts between luxury car ads and diet picksYou make coffee in a chipped mug that says something cheesy about joy while your brain whispers

Lanterns in the Stairwell Verse 1 The building breathes like something with a lungRadiators bangingheavy hung. Wallpaper is peeling in the hallFlowers sagging on the dirty wall. Fourth floor landingbulb is dead and gonePaper lanterns hanging till the dawn. Candles burning in the wire frameLighting up the concrete and the name. Verse 2 Neighbors talk

Lag On The Wire You’re a thousand miles ahead of me, different citydifferent skyI’m hunched over this cracked-up screen watching pixels try to lieYour face freezes mid-laughthen breaks into a mess of squaresWhile the little spinning circle eats the meaning out of what we share. Time zones chew our eveningsmy midnight is your late dayYou’re

Knuckles Full of Sparks Verse 1 Night feels like a wire humming in the chestTeeth grinding steelputting lungs to the test. Boot prints mark the cracked concrete floorEvery time they told me not to ask for more. Hands shake like engines stuck in the redChewing on the rust and the words unsaid. Biting back the

Kiss the Bruise Verse 1 Woke up with a stripe upon the headFrom the window glass and dream I fed. Alarm is deadthe phone is flat and blackRent is hanging heavy on the back. Kitchen smells of noodles from the nightCat has dragged a sock into the light. Surfaces are telling of the debtEvery bill