Poems

Green-Stained Spotlight You hit the front and the crowd loses its mind like someone flipped a breaker in their chests and wired them straight to your grinPhones up, hands upvoices cracking your lyrics back at you while I stand in the darkarms crossed, chewing on my own skinI taught you half those chordssat on stained […]

Graveyard Carousel Part 1 Verse 1 Moonlight leaks on angelswings are stained with mossCigarette burns on the stonecounting up the cost. Shadows stretch between the names sinking in the dirtIron fence is grinning like it knows about the hurt. I walk the path with heavy boots that remember rainListening for a footstep to answer back

Graveyard Carousel Part 2 Verse 1 Ten summers back the fairground diedBones jutting from the mountainside. Ferris wheel is stuck on highHanging teeth against the sky. Glass is spidered by the stoneRust is deep in every bone. On the nights without a breezeHorses move by degrees. Verse 2 Tombstones tilting down belowDates are gone from

Gothic Whispers in the Moonlit ValeVerse 1 In shadows deep where voices call, Beneath the moon’s cold, heavy pall, A lady walks, held in thrall, Through vales where dark of evening falls.Chorus Hear the murmur, soft and low, Under the moon’s pale, silver glow, Where the night’s dark secrets flow, Truths that only wind can

Gravel Intro Are we all gonna make it? We’re not gonna make itare we? Are we all gonna make it? When the lights go out I can still see the teeth. I can still feel the bite. And I keep breathing anyway while the night files me down.Night sits on my chest like a wet

Good Morning You Chaotic Miracle Your alarm goes off six times before you actually movephone buzzing across the nightstand like it’s trying to escape the dayYou swat at it, curse the sunknock over a half empty glass of water and that book you swore you would finish in MayBlanket tangled around your legs like a

Good Vibes Bad Mouth I hold the door for strangerstip too much when I’m broke as hell and living on noodles and loose changeI text my people when I feel them fadingdrag them out for walksremind them their specific brand of weird doesn’t need to changeI rescue spiders in the bathtub like a soft-hearted idiot

Gold on Skin Verse 1 Your hands are heavy, warm and brightA sudden flash inside the night. With every passthe value’s found, In this space, I am bound.Chorus Golden touch, like breaking light, In your armswe hold on tight. Every kiss, a running fireIn this heat, we rise up higher.

Good Luck Hugging A Porcupine You warn everyone up front that you are a bad idea with legsa walking no-contact advisory wrapped in leather and secondhand denimYou make jokes about abandonment before anyone else cantoss out lines like “I bite, I boltI fuck things up for sport” just to see if they can stem ‘emYour

Glutton For The Hole It is not about taste, never wasit is about the hole that opened in my gut when I was too young to call what was missing from the airI started filling it with everything I could grab before I understood it would never careFood, bodies, work, screens, soundanything that kept me